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d'eon - aurophobia pt. ii كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: deon]

author of new beginnings
the land of the living
and carbon hearts for the menace
and pray to the savior to k!ll him
or maybe savior had sent him
or maybe satan had sent him
still it’s black to the socks make it look like we’re twinning
and they’ll catch a fade for a n-gga
dormitory ain’t no place for a n-gga
nae swear i hate her, i don’t hate i’m just distant
these hearts sharp enough to cut the fade off a n-gga
no state n-gga, play fade with him
reminiscing on the days in that may playplace him an emmit
just last year i used to fake on the swisher
now i roll o’s just to face out my feelings
face after face till my face gone
mace like a matte black angel and napalm
tape after tape, los(t) angel(es) stay strong
swear it ain’t no fade if it ain’t yall…
swear they so plain (plane) they could take off
swear my n-gga dre caught fade when they sprayed off
bullet to his face took his chain his jays off
to the f-ck n-gga that pulled the trigger, better pray god
better pray god that we never meet face yall
pray for the weak, pray dre getting paid off
better pray the needle don’t bang when i lace off
and this is carbon n-gga yall got the base wrong

[hook]

[verse 2]

loose lips sink ships around here
boost swift sprints don’t drift around here
couple showboats don’t float around
couple old hoes don’t go around here
that’s a no no, with the snow rolling o’s though
used to not smoke, now we all blow
used to not toke, now it’s all go
talking about 100? we ain’t used to getting money, we were all poor
we were broke n-ggas in the back of the cl-ssroom
me and leek spitting raps in the bathroom
now it’s me and freak doing laps around these b-st-rds
back in waldorf where them n-ggas rep cash rules
remember 2-5 gangs in the back rooms
i grew up in cap heights, 58th avenue
right next to j street, a block from the capital
3rd street where tae died, bricks to get the cash moved
but i never pitch berg, i’m more of a math dude
i’m more of a wordsmith, spit and make your back move
they were brick after brick after curfew
i was book after book my school work due
it was hook after hook after book out the look after loop after suits like a church do
now it’s verse after verse, filling he-rs-s put in work until i build up inertia to murk you

- deon

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