paroles de chanson LoSaints ('88 -'94) - Nenjah Nycist feat. Negxs

Black in the gifted class
I walk around the dead and living
Men who talk first but listen last they usually live with limits
Got an idea present it
Shout out to the queens and witches
If you cook, I'll do the dishes
Nothing 'bout these bars fictitious
Hit me up I'll say "What's Up"
Niggaz hate but I don't care
Zinfandel with my infidels, we getting out of here
Money chasers, never fall out graces
Money come with haters, got a lawyer eat up cases
Medicinally patient
My circle meet and get fried, Canadian bacon
Parkinson's, we down to get it shaking
Breaking simulations too, that's what Nenjahz do
Form a pack, come back with food
A motherfucking titan, steaming just to keep my fucking cool

Really on a different level, mentally I'm killing them
Spilling guts, vibe is venomous
Tighten chests like you sipping rum
My sanity like pendulums swinging back and forth
Near the edge clear your head
And watch out for flocking birds when you getting yo bread
Big asses with chicken legs
The world today is weird as ever
Stuck inside my solitude and working onto my endeavours

While I'm smoking all this tree like I'm trying to grow
Haters swinging from my D, they can yell "Geronimo"
Feel the melody, my fidelity is very low
Niggaz heard me spit and they caught a cold
Cough it up we on the road, getting dough
Everything wholesale for more sales
Then I'm right back at your door bell

Black excellence in motion
Young Gods on the scene
Break reality solidifying visions from a dream
It's all about consistency
Got to put in overtime if you expecting victories
Best fill in the gaps of life
I see right through like missing teeth
Observant on my lurk shit
Possession through the earwaves
With the bars got 'em nervous
I'm curving all fake energy that I feel
You do not deserve attention of a nigga so real
And at my stature
Gods amongst men these boys couldn't even find the ladder

First it's love next it's income, right after
I'm trying to win son
You can take a Lexus emblem
My mental's ten tons
Got to own, no renting
Tired of playing games
Allergic to you lames
Sneeze in your presence
Need a residency amongst the legends for good measure
Bust a nut up in the game if you thinking hollow
It's like Pop Rocks when she swallow
Shooting like a mortar
Flint water flowing through my pencil
Smoother than a gimbal
Know you like it gentle, give it up like lent do
We like lentil, two peas in a pod
Top floor baby girl you gone need a fob