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dj golden arms - no more metaphors كلمات الأغنية

first record, too many metaphors
where are the drugs and wh0res?
the parental advisory ish, not ready for stores
needing a sticker warning, sensitive content censorship, big picture like that’s what meta was for
the stuff of big guns, why we root megatron for
1 of the 5 deadly venoms, imagine 1 against the four
uneven, that’s why i was leaving, i needed relieving
iron maiden, had me locked up trying my weaknesses late into the evening
i broke out like teenager, i was just a teen rager
they never hit up my twin pager, it was an all in wager
they thought it was a fad, just another caper
i got upset, and wrote some lines to blow, and others to [] her
if you want vapors, dookie chains and p_ssy elevators
instead of elevating, we can take it there
that hood sh_t, catalytic converters stolen, so you can’t take it any further
no matter how nice the whip, drag you out on un_premeditated murder
twist your cap off, no head, for you to clap back later
broken needles, worn faders, carrying crates and speakers that make craters
potholes on your back, face, tracks, laced with crack
assh0l_ a&rs that can’t tell the difference between baby and flare scratch
and a rift from a guitar, it’s too hard to come from the guttural part
the side of town, where they carry pounds and it has nothing to do with lack of heart
it’s knife against guns, the dead versus life duns
that brush off bullets as soon as you pull it, crisis to the shook ones
they don’t turn, staring into your soul as they take your last breath
eyes burn, as they take turns putting slugs through your chest
there’s no returning, just burning as the pastor recites the sermon
mom crying over urn, but she’ll take a sworn oath against those transforming bodies to a thermos
no more metaphors, just opps on fours
execution style, and public display, retaliation for
what they did on the corner on the fourth
got away cause for the [] they ignore
no more firecrackers, just firing macs across the wire
airmailing my anger on a rope to my enemies, and unsuspecting strangers

- dj golden arms

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