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Lời bài hát: Torture

Lời đăng bởi: nct.phongdq

You know

Through bein humbles

Tru mast' on da track like that y'know?

Been in this rap game for like the past

Four bullets now, y'know?

Doin' bids, yea yea

I done peeped a lotta cats come through

Courageous cats, stray cats, ha ha

Top cats with top hats, ya know what I'm sayin'?

But it all boils down to this, we talkin' lyrics

Rhymes, line for line, numero uno

Who the best? I don't know

Check it Flame on, I rain fire, when Johnny Storm

I'm shocking like live wire, you have been warned

I prolong this next chamber to make it strong

And prove all them doubters wrong Killin' 'em softly with this song, addin' on

Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons

On my shift, shootin' that gift, knowin' he snitched

On the telethon, runnin' his lips, sinkin' the ship Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him

And now she can't even save him, Johnny blaze 'em

Send him to his final restin'

Back to the essence, Faces of Death, The Final Lesson Toture, toture, toture

Mother***in' torture

Y'all niggaz know Who got John Blaze ***? Suckin' my dick to get famous

So I switch blades to Dangerous

Welcome to my torture chambers

Torture chambers where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me? I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly

I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me

Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer

I slam just like my culture on all theories Dead that, straight off the meat rack with this one

You get burned playin' Nix-on, Hot Biscuit

Stand back, don't make me spit one, and paint pictures

On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils Iron lung since I was young and not knowin'

Where the next meal was comin' from, been troublesome

To all those posin' a threat

If I go, everybody gotta go next, y'all niggaz know The code of the street soldier, I'm watchin' time

And time watchin' me colder, Grim Reaper

Breathin' death on my shoulder

Waitin' for the day to take me over, take me over Toture, toture, toture

Mother***in' torture

Y'all niggaz know That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me

Still tryin' to *** my hoe, Johnny-come-latelys?

Got me in a world of ***, and now I'm pissed

Mama said there'd be days like this Tis the seazon for ducks and my pen's bleedin'

Leavin' kids barely breathin' for sneak-thievin'

Famished from lack of eatin' and lack of teachin'

Banished from Rhyme and Reason for high treason Can it be that the kid with the knot knees

Got G to make a grown man cop plea

For this track I got a lovebug like Starsky

Blow back until I drop Tical Part 3 Ain't no stoppin' when you start me, John Jay

Pullin' your card, mayday, mayday

Niggaz owe they life to God, and now it's payday

Take it how ya wanna take it, fully clothed or butt-naked I learned the hard way, ain't nuttin' sacred

In this world, time to face it, Johnny basic

Instinct, I'm sure to make it

While others fake it *** the spotlight, G O D already got light

Say what you like, just spell my name right

No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish

Cake niggaz, keep my dick up out your mouth Toture, toture, toture

Mother***in' torture

Y'all niggaz know

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