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Exit 263
02:39
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We’ve been denied from the path to salvation
A million lives spent drowning in anguish
No longer clear, a vision misguided
False hope in a system of violence
Still broke till the day that I’m dead
They’ll lay me down in my grave
With a debt to collect
Cast blind through a hopeless land
With nothing left but fear and loaded guns in our hands
So here I am, nine to my head
A fitting end for a bitter man
Count from ten
Fall back and paint the sky with red
Force fed dreams without no promise
We’ve been sold on a lie but the truth hurts more so pull it
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Shattered glass tearing through the skin I call my home
Life flashed before me, distorted shadow takes control
One final memory, punctured skin and fractured bone
Strange shape before me beckons calling to the void
Ending in violence, time cut short by self-destruction
I try to gather my senses before my head makes the connection
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(DREDGE)
Shot through your fucking head
Brain matter leaking out
Stiff on the fucking ground
Shouldn't have came around
No mercy
Left to fucking die
(BOLTCUTTER)
You wave false flag
Don’t represent what you claim
You dug yourself into an early grave
I won’t stand by
While you spit your filth across my name
Truth kills all lies
I’m living mine while you run and hide
Get out
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(BOLTCUTTER)
Two words
To define your apathetic existence
(Two words)
Richless and bitchless
Stuck on the path of least resistance
(Playing the victim)
Playing the victim put you in the dirt
(In the dirt)
There’s no excuse for
Self abuse, your
Suffering is just an illusion
Fuck
Everything I love
Slips right through my fingers
Every day I try to give a fuck
But the apathy won’t leave
It just lingers on
(CHAIN GANG)
Run your pockets, bitch
Come up off your shit
Talkin' like a hot boy
Now I've got to take it, oh
Pistol in your mouth, no more talkin' now
Fuck what you heard, left your brain on the curb
You've got it, I want it
Now it's comin' home with me
Your money, your bitch
Your life wasn't meant to be
Fuck you, pussy motherfucker
This time another dead sucker
Glock in my hand lets me take what I want
This how I live, not ever gonna front
Big time, now you big mad
Richless and bitchless, took everything you had
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5. |
E.B.T. Exsanguination
04:05
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Ain’t no peace when my fridge hums hollow
When rats eats before I do and my debt swallows
I don’t want your pity I want policy
I don’t need your likes I need groceries
That EBT card ain’t a flex
It’s a scar they scan to check what’s left
I feel my time running thin
Stomach lining ripping again
Swipe the card
Or die broke
Feast on flesh when the balance is low
I won’t be
Held down by
A system that encourages us to die
I have succumb again
Famine is setting in
Please not this place again
Faced with fate of mortal sin
And I have been banished
To a place that runs cold
And the shackles of pleasure
Force me to pay my dues
Every moment is fleeting and filled with regret
All I know is unending debt
To what end
Are these means
Crushing dreams
Endless suffering
Swipe the card
Or die broke
Feast on flesh when the balance is low
I won’t be
Held down by
A system that encourages us to die
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(BOLTCUTTER)
Ouroboros eats itself
And the cycle begins again
Vicious dealer shows its teeth
As it throws out another hand
Place your bets, all in on red
I’m spinning circles, again and again
I am addicted to the loss and defeat
It’s such a sickening feeling chasing a dream
A fleeting peaceful feeling replaced by grief
Falling backwards
crushed by the weight of defeat
Clawing my way
Back to the top of the heap
Body breaking
For crumbs at the end of the week
Still broke, fighting
Suffering stuck on repeat
(IMPACT BLC)
Still fuckin broke, ain’t shit changed
Bet it all on black, feels like I’m losing every game
Hit the ATM, pull out another stack
Go and lose it all, I pray to win it back
Every day's a struggle with no end in sight
Losing all hope in this uphill fight
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(BOLTCUTTER)
Stomping a brick
Crushing this shit
Every day
I wake up and feel the dismay
To move this work
Or I don’t get paid
No honest living
I need it right now
Jump off the porch
And serve the whole town
Got these rocks in my socks
It’s weighing down like a ton
Gonna bleed the whole block
Gonna spin till I’m spun
I feel nothing
Cocaine numbing
(RXK NEPHEW)
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh
I will kiiiiiillllllll
Stab you in your shit
I will kiiiiiiiilllllll
Yoooooooouuuuuuuuu
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh
Where my Backwood at?
I need it
I need it
I need it, I need it, I need
Iiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttttt
(BOLTCUTTER)
Every single second
They’re watching me
Every single movement
They’re mocking me
Cocaine punishment
Devious contemplations
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(BOLTCUTTER)
Throw up a front, talkin' so tough
(See through)
Settle the score, it’s not enough
(Fuck)
One final shot to press your luck
Your words fall empty on deaf ears but not on mine
Your choices led you here and you’re running on borrowed time
Running away like a scared little bitch
Your luck ran out when you talked your shit
(LOAD THA NINE)
Gun smoke make you choke
Checked your pockets like a bitch, now you're broke
Straight murder weapon, all you pussies get to steppin
Hollow point correction sprayin' in your fuckin' section
You weren't with this shit
The game is cold, we built for this
Barrel in your mouth
Watch your denim fill with piss
Hit your temple with the steel
Crack you with the snub
Southern Cali goonz
Fuckin' with the N-Dub
(BOLTCUTTER)
Stood up to defend my name
And I take pride in ending yours
(Ending)
Forever entombed by
Spent casings on the floor
(Forever)
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9. |
Still Broke
03:48
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Is it envy or suffering that drives ambition
Life spent taunted by the very ones who hold the key
My idea of success is flawed by my admission
Force fed visions of a fantasy that’s always out of reach
The Promise of Heaven
Used to justify a life in grief
The threat of recession
Keeps us tearing at the seams
The Promise of Heaven
Still broke till the day that I’m dead
They’ll lay me down in my grave
With a debt to collect
Cast through a hopeless land
With nothing left but fear
And loaded guns in our hands
Still broke till the day that I’m dead
They’ll lay me down in my grave
With a debt to collect
Cast blind through a hopeless land
With nothing left but fear
And loaded guns in our hands
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