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konnan – psycho (ashes to ashes) كلمات اغاني

[verse]
i carry my life around with me in a see_through bag
and you got the f_cking nerve to ask me why the f_ck i’m at
different stages, different faces i see
up in the crowd
it’s them same ass fools, that say my mind’s in the clouds
vato, vato, vato, how you make us get down?
now was the name of filtered souls are the ones who bring the sounds
uzi pulling tricks like you’re david copperfield
so let the [?] spill on the 2 inch wheel

[bridge]
i sn_tch the rabbit out your hat and choke it
i sn_tch the weed out your pocket and smoke it
do you really want to f_ck with a perro
down with a skelеton playing on a cello, from the ghetto?

187, if you don’t spin thе vinyl
revolutionary mind, but they label me a wino
someone please, unchain my brain from the wall
you can blame it on the drugs or you can blame it on the alcohol

[chorus]
ashes to ashes and back to dust
and before i go, fool, believe i’mma bust
ashes to ashes and back to dust
and before i go, fool, believe i’mma bust
uno_nuevo_cero to the cuatro!
it’s the m_a_d_o_n_e going psycho!
uno_nuevo_cero to the cuatro!
it’s the m_a_d_o_n_e going psycho!

[verse 2]
how many lyrical paragraphs must i punch you with an intent
in order for a fool to make his dollars into sense?
f_ck politics and presidents, why’s that
because they got me selling dope through my local residence
wisecracks fill my mind every time i write a rhyme
i got to release the pressure and take drastic measures
i’m standing on the outside and i’m looking in
watching all my friends
now confessing all my sins, smile in the pen
smiling faces will have you, catching cases
riding down the freeway on, high speed chases
i got to be true to this game of rap
it’s either this or weed, speed, heroin, or crack
it’s like that
lawyers pay for work, a&r, fancy cars
ghetto superstars, don’t forget who you are
i see you represent those buried in the soil
uncle sam is [?] off of oil

[verse 3]
i must confess, my life is a mess
and if there’s a god up in heaven
does he hate me, because i don’t feel blessed
i extend my hand from san diego to new york
call all your soldiers, ’cause in street we hold court
welcome to the blocks boy, the k!lling prince of rap
now how will you react, we’re leaving stains across the map
cause the road that i’m on is too bumpy
and every time i see a hula, i can jump it
so i keep my sh_t on in and make sure they play it loud
before i’m left laying on my back, staring at the clouds
and face the dirt on my way to meet my maker
cause vatos catch the vapors while i’m trying to make my paper

- konnan

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