paroles de chanson MORBIUS. - TECHNICIAN.

14 used to cut class, off of that grass, before the first bell
Watch time pass slow arrive with that cash bundle, or my hearse black
Lap back before the lunch was ring
Fog in my brain
Cold sweat it taps down my back
Pack in my pack sack before anything, seemed different
Indifferent to the detriment, like flesh i lived in it was lazarus purity etched
Psychologically i fuck on these bitches, eyes open barely, believed eve eventually would marry me
Nothing far fetched in a young world of sex, i was gambling with cents of my soul
Hopping off fences, pockets full with change, for a chain off to remand i'd go
Dream every man, would heed fast to my call, Leonidas
Three hundred shields vs wood bows
Open deals & still close
Extra supply to dispose
Claimed always so they'd know
That id die for my bro's
Pave with them or no roads
Fuck

Well that night someone pulled their fifth on me
Suddenly pocket knifes wasn't the shit to me
My lungs tensed tightly, an adrenaline corset, responding to cortisol coursing inside of me
Spoke to him silently, take what you need, got a few papers, an eighth and some change
Thought to myself and i silently prayed, thanking who saves that i haven't been paid
He let me off with a warning, speak a word or your brains will be splatter
An idiocrity platter, fed to me clear as the nine in my face
This the las time that you see me,
I told him, i'm fourteen, and only play games
Fifa and shit, dude, you know, we cool, I promised heavily and paced

Back to my crib where my bitch stay, ran her down pointform events
To her it was simply tuesday, to me it was payday a Benz
I promised her weekly, see she came from trouble, wanted all my paper to double
Explained how i gripped some for her, starting back at the fence, and the blood that it came from the bends
Let our troubles out with sex over sport
Til my gum flavours reminiscing blistex
Sun up, and pass out when we sore
Wake up and plot like white mothers do gift wraps
I cover my breath with some tick tac's, & call all of my boys out the door
I told the dude that all the games it was digital, driven by cynical, went out for more

Collagen mixing with blunt smoke, gun smoke, on my dome
Following paths the gunman would trope not far from my home
Peter parker with a different sense i said that nows time i'll show em, prove my friends
Met along communal centre fence
All laughs & sipped a mickey to a heated chest
Hope Allah can see me, whispered deep inside my side eyes avoiding all death is
Destiny shaped or we born with it soldered to necklace, wanted to test this
Wind picked up
& Like i'm darkblood i worked off of my scent is
That the same dude who got violent for food, the previous night, right behind the convenience?
Might be
Joint burnt down to my tips
Said this is it
When i saw the dudes face
I'm inhaling it straight through my lips
I'll show i'm the shit
I peeked round just in case
Scoped closely the shape of a clip
And drip on his wrist
The mistress death, said she wanted to fuck
I'd die for my boys, so i let her seduce me, i followed man fast like a road raging truck
What's up? bad luck? five us, one you
New pack, his back, turned fast, mustered oh, it's you?

Stepped his smoke out with his shaqs, armed himself fast, so i made a move
Threw a haymaker like dash, he caught it and thrashed, his leg to my crotch, my homies just watched, my plan Became botched, neck wrung with his arms tightly crossed round my adam's apple
Vision blurred hastily, face purple pastily, every neck thrash, he increased the grapple
Opened my resin stained lips for some help only mustering out the scent of mint tictac
I'd die for my boys, i'm fulfilling that promise, they watch as it happens, one stepped in
Seconds of my life
Was dulling like a knife
He bootfucked him with might
Each kick i lost more sight
I felt like dolamite
Felt like this was right
Peer pressured troglodyte
The rest joined in the fight like sakari
Opposite samurai
Crushed his skull mercilessly
Depleted his grip full eventually, deep like morbius, gushed from his eyes

I got no thought if he dies
I got no thought if he dies, bitches
As long as my family flies
Long as my family flies, bitches
Still eating dinner at five
Still eating dinner at 5, bitches
Suffer the rest of our lives
Haunted the rest of of lives, bitches