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goodfella – rorschach & atticus [interlude] كلمات اغاني

[intro: rorschach]
ay! put a wax in each swisher
a gram in each blunt
the seeds go to wifey, you know how that roll

[verse i: rorschach]
as i stand in this four corner room smoking with criminals
speak on life as an individual it’s pitiful
out of spite, i might actually spit at you
swallow loogey’s full of the lyrical
the spirit’ll get high or suffer madness from the cannabis
can you tell me where the balance is?
ashoka flow will turn your soldiers soul to pacifist
or blow you out like a candle close to c-ssius fist
callus but i rather see the caliph reprimanded
than double tapping and keeping with kardashian’s
or steady trapping trynna tie the ends
immaculate when sentenced life to pad and pen
used to be p-ssive as the seconds ticked
they p-ssed me by as far fetched
the pharcyde turned me to activist
looked at her face and grabbed her by the wrist
took to blade to face and then i rendered time irrelevant
looked at my hand stained by the pen
murder written in red, to err is human
but when i get away this err wins
as far as i could tell but in this haste of me leaving
i left a paper trail
looked at my wrist and saw the hours close to hand
i punched the clock the p-ssed the cops
and then the sirens rang
scribbling sentences filled with rhythm in time
serving life sentences for k!lling minutes with rhyme

[verse ii: atticus]
runnin’ high with the crew
mixing bud with the brew
crew-neck, bloodstain from the brain he just blew
pouring up shit. throwing up shit
mad as f-ck cause he know he f-cked up shit, for himself
in a blink of an eye, got 25 to life
crossfaded to forget the stink in his eye
and he understands the concept to live and let die
dying on the inside like his unborn child
on his shit, compiled for awhile
till the pile hit the fan
so he claims to be darker like a spray tan
hiding behind his ray bans
as he stares at his fate no it’s never too late to pray, man
whispered the same man that made man
he asked, “why? ain’t you the one with the game plan?”
it’s simple and plain, man
there’s no free will, word up, free will…

[skit: goodfella & (moor)]
d-mn, i want to munch. i should’ve saran’d my lunch
(don’t even trip, i got you right here)
oh for real, hey, yo back that up! d-mn banana nut?
(you already know)

- goodfella

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