Brothaz

Mr. Lif

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    Now count how many levels that I smacked you back to oblivion
    My heights olympian
    I'm from the Caribbean, Barbados
    All fatal
    Styles that I construct and conduct in a manner like Banner
    Sky scanner, eye jammer
    40 miles above Highlander with my grammar
    I shitted on Bush and tried to cap Santa
    Rap vandalizer
    Verbal brutalizer
    Who's the wiser, me or he
    Who moves to grow flesh in test tubes
    I have mastered such degrees in less moves
    My discipline
    Envisioning
    Ritalin
    FDA approved, we lose
    Medication taking brute forces
    They battling and tallying losses
    See how costless holocaust is?
    Helicopters now replaced by flying saucers
    Over the ghettos where some brothers are taught to bust shots
    To get a lot of what is had by the haves not the have nots
    Raps drop pun your brainstem
    This is Lif aka codename Mayhem
    What made you think that I wouldn't come back with a bloody axe
    And some muddy facts over tracks?!

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    Up in the ghetto we're taught to bust shots
    That's a bird in the bush and a fine line to walk
    Get down, stay down
    Hold up, back the fuck up
    Get up, stay up
    Hold up, back the fuck down
    Brothers is taught to bust shots (repeated)

    Fact one:
    America don't give a fuck about you so get off it
    I'm not a prophet they just want the profit
    They make you want it so you cop it, soon you can't stop it
    You're addicted
    But low on doe so you get evicted
    Fact two:
    Darfur's in a state of emergency
    It's genocide
    Code red classified
    If this was Kosovo it'd be over, bro
    But it's brothers so it equals no coverage, mo' sufferage
    People drawn and quartered
    Castrated, slaughtered, burned, disgraced
    Gang raped, displaced
    While the rest of the world just turn face to chase
    Some economic goals
    Balance the lost souls
    But live it up
    We 'bout to burn in hell 'cause god knows

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    Fact three:
    The Bush Administration's worth nothing
    Just fuck 'em!
    Throw 'em in the barrel, buck 'em!
    Oh, you ain't know them flood waters was coming?
    You can't smell that african blood running?
    Oh, to y'all niggers is worthless or something?
    Fuck Clinton too!
    You ain't really down because you live uptown, bitch
    Rwanda!
    Check out what we're looking at here across water
    In the ghettos, brothers and sisters, it's self slaughter
    How could colonized minds lead to such uncivilized times?
    Maybe the tribes were harmonious and you were erroneous
    It's no fun
    In fact, it's sin under the sun
    And son, in the event you meet some cops just run
    Or maybe walk real slow and lick shots at Po
    Not with the gun this times, through intelligents lines
    You see, they look strong externally, internally they're dying
    Just elevate
    When drama escalate, you just shine!

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    Composición: Jaime Meline

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