paroles de chanson Do or Die (feat. Murda of Cal & Big John Robinson) - YDoubleR

Chh, chh, chh, chh
Wxlfstealth, uh
Uh, uh, yeah (chh, chh, chh, chh)

I'ma take your life, rip the heart from out your chest
Fuck your brain, say Double to the R been recking havoc (uh)
I don't take the drugs to have the fun, It might be dumb to some, but fuck
The meds I chugged to numb the drums could never compare

So get your body bags ready again it's do or die
Red wine lookin' genocide, uh
So get your body bags ready this is do or die
Red wine lookin' (check it)

The devils on my lap, so the halos detached from his head
Got pedal that you lack, don't need payloads to match from this lead
Trap metal to the boom bap, no cap, you can't attack him
Your pity party won't last a second or get platinum (yuh)
Post album shit, most are unaware the boasts of loads come close to holy ghosts
And roasting microphones
Fuck outa my coat, no lonely colt upon his waist
Still ya get shot, blown back on ya ass, from the bullet he chews

Its do or die, we fall or fly
I spread my wings I soar; glide
Immortalized
Contortion on my forum watch the suit and ties
Call in mine, we organized
We moving like a form of riots
Been doing this since I remember
No way you could stop what I've fortified

So get your body bags ready again it's do or die
Red wine looking genocide, uh
So get your body bags ready this is do or die
You're red wine and this a genocide (bitch) (aye)

Why do you dance with the devil but won't dance with me
Why do we act and pretend like its not meant to be
You know we have what we want but not what we need
You take a chance with these levels you'll find your destiny (aye)

(Huh) ya'll must of forgot
The scars upon my fist were etched in with the pain that he brought
So if you wanna pull up, it's free
Clock in ya finders fee
Fuckers are not ready
I'm heavily an enemy to the thoughts

Your pissy' pocket could never amount to what I kill
Go head and ask me what it's like to fucking feel
A million dollars to the brain In the form of a pill
Now that's a system of control they say ain't real
I had to
Wipe off the fuck bitches who wouldn't amount to shit
And cut the ties on any other fucker who gonna switch and dip
I got my list
Why ya'll be salty I ain't checking it twice
I picked up the spider and ate it while you stuck with rice (plain)
When half of you fuckers need a reality check (no cash)
Cause you don't like to be told off, yeah no no no
Fuckers get a k and act like they should be paid
For the effortless bars they cry out with all compression
I was once like them but never asked for handouts or a mention
Artists Pay attention to the grind not what you flexin'
Rappers message me now entitled to a verse
Like you's a bitch, a baby boy, you can't play with my toys fucker

Its do or die, we fall or fly
I spread my wings I soar; glide
Immortalized
Contortion on my forum watch the suit and ties
Call in mine, we organized
We moving like a form of riots
Been doing this since I remember
No way you could stop what I've fortified

So get your body bags ready again it's do or die
Red wine looking genocide, uh
So get your body bags ready this is do or die
You're red wine and this a genocide (bitch) (aye)

Why do you dance with the devil but won't dance with me
Why do we act and pretend like its not meant to be
You know we have what we want but not what we need
You take a chance with these levels you'll find your destiny (aye)

(Huh) ya'll must of forgot
The scars upon my fist were etched in with the pain that he brought
So if you wanna pull up, it's free
Clock in ya finders fee
Fuckers are not ready
I'm heavily an enemy to the thoughts

Yeah, it's Cal I'm on the motherfuckin' come up
And when you see me at a show, you better fuckin' turn up
I'm gettin' guap, now my shorty hair done up
All my haters got no choice just lick my balls n' shut up
I'm too slick, I spit the sickness on tracks
Just play my music and help me count up these racks
Reviving up on this like the doctor adjust his stat
To come up even harder, you ain't fuckin' with that
You ain't fuckin' with this, I do it easy and bliss
Chillin' with my slime steady just sinkin' piss
Give me one year to fuckin ice out my wrist
No features out here unless you payin' me, bitch
I got the gold to make my shorty wanna take all the dick
I got the flow to make you wanna run up all of my shit
I'm moving forward, what you better do to stop moving stiff
Spit my pain in these lyrics into you as my gift

I've been out here too long to not be respected
Spittin' real sick, think I've been infected
Alone in my mind, all my wrongs reflected
Now I move straight forward, my movement corrected
All I'm really focused on is up in my bag
Invest in protection, fully loadin' the mag
I'm blowin' up, like I just throw in a frag
Now all these little fuckers wanna ask for a tag
Nowadays I keep the real around, can't fuck with a snake
Who really got my back when a brother will break
Been through the struggle, but I threw off the weight
Now it's MOC, until I'm one of the greats

(When does a perceptional schematic become consciousness?)