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jay stone (enotsyaj) - silverback/wallets كلمات الأغنية

smokin’ on that silverback gorilla glue, about to do it like you never seen n-body ever do
leap mountain in a single bound, like the hulk do it
flow is very flammable, like i’m spittin’ lighter fluid

smokin’ on that silver back, that super pack
that k!ll that herbal heart attack, that sh-t that put you on ya’ back
punch you in ya’ brain, like ving rhames in mars attacks
oops i meant tim brown, ridin’ thru the town in a lincoln

what you thinkin’, who what where when and how
i was there then i left, now my alibi is sound
like a iron sous chef, who’s next
to lose breath, never found

in a sacred text, filled with blatant disrespect
a chain a pill, and no restrain to k!ll
the noise and balance, out the mids
i equalize the sequence, while these b-tches tellin’ secrets
what’s the prequel and the premise, why yo’ story lack substance
like an anecdote that’s endless, you’re a run on sentence

never finished, no we cannot start from the beginnin’
i turned around twice, and now a happy endin’
the waitress was polite, plus she had some cases pendin’
couldn’t quite call it a night, ’cause her caller was frenchman
with a stenson on his head, no emotion in his face
couple henchmen at his car, wit’ the out of state plates

no getaway chase, just a cannon in his waist
and no tendency to hesitate, the symmetry is pleasant at the least
i infatuate, the depths of your subconscious
with these letters of deceit, no intentions were dishonest
but his blood is on your feet, on the toes of your sauconies
while he’s bleedin’ in the street, where’s ya’ homies when you burnin’ in this heat

wheels turnin’ on repeat, now he’s slurrin’ wit’ his speech
and she’s kind of hurt to see it, looked him dead in his eyes when he speeded
hit a tree, then control alt deleted

glidin’ thru intersections, wit’ women with’ indigestion
i’m the captain stand attention, you’re a freshman on detention
so shut the front door and listen, you’re a bigot and christian, go figure
he’s my henchmen you’re the victim

candy is dandy, liquor is quicker
i k!lled amos and andy, then i painted mr.ross a picture
i remember the day, i almost lost my sister
the bullets kissed the air and barely missed her, what’s the cost of a friend

casket slippin’ out my hand, the minister is so sinister
his bible ran a hundred grand, not no congregation members, these are rabid fans
dressed in ysl sweater sets, and valentino sweatpants
dreams of al pacino, coachin’ football …k!llin’ mexicans

on any given sunday, monday tuesday …you can catch these hands
you n-gg-s slow like bobby boucher, in some hammer pants
yes i’m ya’ sensei, burn the dojo down and bring me ashes

a true leader leads themself, and then they lead the m-sses
the sh-t i teach best believe, they don’t teach in cl-sses
burnin’ books for fun wit’ matches, c-ssius didn’t have this tongue
the champ is here he slayed the king, on june thirteenth arrived the son

ezekiel is number one, the prequel to my grandson;
no equal he’s a champion, cerebral game of racquetball
i dominate you featherweights, it’s not a task it all
simple formalities, mental lapses, mixed wit’ trauma from the tragedies

sun beamin’ as the smoke burns his eyes, all his hopes fill the skies
unspoken promises, uncoached no guide
small boat strong tide, big winds in long strides
the deck is filled wit’ jokers

and the dealer’s got a crooked eye
it’s tellin’ family secrets, lies of when his brother died
his mother never cried, and detectives came by frequent visits
suspicions multiplied, and her motives was the sister’s premonitions

that her momma’s innocence was fict-tious, the judge bought the testimony
gave the sentence, death by electrician, flip the switch and be a witness
this a depiction your reality is fiction, like regan bush and nixon

ya’ got that orenthal condition, what’s the genesis to this affliction
a broken home and a underfunded school system, gang violence
bang silent while you choose a victim, conscience screamin’ louder
while them spirits numb ya’ senses, when them bullets miss yo’ heart in this game of inches

you better take that second chance, and thank the stars for your existence

- jay stone enotsyaj

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