Smothered Mate

Gza

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    [GZA]
    His autobiography had came to an end
    With the final chapter written in blood upon the skin
    From snakes, that was dirty as rodents
    Therefore to a starving one, the call for hunger is potent
    Some kids at a young age, their skull is fractured
    Their mind store the sickest images ever captured
    They draw pistols to resolve issues
    To give 'em a sense of closure to expose the brain tissue
    The shells was evidence, of a violent event
    That left a young dealer bent, from a hundred rounds spent
    The lifestyle, is a thousand miles from a minister
    A small con game with something far more sinister
    Peer pressure got him moving faster, a paradise of mutation
    Open the gates of disaster
    And murder is not the only cold blooded crime
    You got fiends that'll torture the teens to get a dime

    [Chorus: GZA]
    Empty ya pockets, nigga, and don't move
    You react any other way, and they'll prove
    Cuz they ain't got a problem with laying ya ass out
    Or putting in work, so you can see what it's about
    Money got the flow, nigga, and don't stop
    Whether drugs or a hoe, nigga, stay on top
    Cuz they don't have a problem with running up in ya house
    And burning it to the ground, after the shit is doused

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    [GZA]
    I told him to save his breathe
    Cuz he hovered on the brink of death
    He wasn't living right before he left
    His life took an unexpected turn
    For those who walked that path, here's a lesson to learn
    Coming from a nesting ground, of those on the growl
    In a state of darkness, menacing on the prowl
    Local rivals and known competitors
    Who tried to stay clear from the, spying eyes of predators
    On the hunt, they constantly taught persistence
    Those with less heart, keep a respectful distance
    The pray, no, it's too hot, to lay in the street
    They find shaded areas, a few feet from the heat
    Cuz if not, then, it will be costing one
    Who will soon evaporate under a scorching sun
    Cuz when the drought is on, it's little left
    Then what lies ahead, dehydration and eventual death

    [Chorus]

    [Outro: GZA]
    We doing music from the heart, and not from the charts

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    Composition: C. Woods

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