Fallen

Vakill

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    I was the nicest for at least the last six months
    Single went dope, got heavy rotation from Funk Flex
    and didnt have to ask Stick once
    Penned flows that was most quoted
    Kept the toast loaded for magazine critics incase the
    alleged niggaz ghostwrote it
    Spit with the armored fist
    And for a list had no escape route from the slums so
    round it became an orifice
    Now I'm eating good and pushing whips
    Problem is, I'm pussy whipped by a bitch that dropped
    me same time the label did
    Album sells wasn't well, no reach quota
    So my foundation which was once mentally and
    financially stable slid
    Traumas all, was on alchohol plus I done acid
    Put every egg into one basket
    Now my mind rages cause imposters of label reps
    getting gun blasted
    Won passed it
    Fuck it, one life, one love, one casket
    Wound up at the CEO office and blow his flesh of his chest
    And left that nigga slumped on his office desk

    [Chorus]
    My mouth wasn't built to handle rejection
    (I'm Fallen)
    You only fucking with, answer the question
    (I'm Fallen)
    Fuck trying to reason with logic
    Reason with this sixteen shot cartridge holding a
    label hostage

    [Slug]
    How many are dead?
    How many gain pieces does he have now?
    (two, one woman and one man)
    Now here we go again
    Another day trying to defend a belief
    Time to make friends with the beast
    How many guns he got?
    Only one's been shot
    Let me see his demands
    And a copy of the foreplans
    Whats the odds of suicidal?
    Let's try to get him on the horn
    And inform him of my arrival
    N-n-n-n-n-no no vest
    I'm going in soft
    If he's gonna take my head off then he's gotta take my
    head off
    Now what's his name?
    Does he have a family?
    What's his background?
    Did he pick the place randomly?
    Get his girl on the phone
    Locate his mom
    (Move, move, move people now, now)
    We're dealing with a time bomb
    And I'mma take it through the front door
    Look him in the eyes
    See if we can make this grown man cry

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    [Chorus]

    [V:] Lets sway my options, and put in perspective my postition
    Stop the mission
    It's a straight shot to prison without a pot to piss in
    Fuck the negotiating, I don't expect for you cops to listen
    You probably setting me up to get shot by a
    sharpshooter from the SWAT devision
    Tell them bitches I won't be that easily overthrown
    I know they're listening in on your mobile phone
    You don't know my pain, you're probably living like a
    king on some noble throne
    In the suburbs with a fucking Camero and a mobile home
    All I want is my deal back
    But the A&R stays put, in turn, I'll give you the intern
    [S:] What's the catch
    [V:] I want an even bigger deal
    No funny shit cause I'm holding the trigger's steel
    and I'll drop this bitch faster than Jigga did to Mil
    [S:] Alright I hear you
    But still it's my responsibility
    To guarentee these hostages are walking out of here with me
    Your everything is on their safety
    [V:] Yo Fuck, that
    [S:] Yo, no way around that
    We've got the place surrounded
    So what's your call kid
    Your move, whatchya gonna do?
    You've gotta face the truth
    (Wait I've gotta face the truth)
    Cause the more I toss it all around my head
    The more I feel
    Everything that you said
    Alright so here's the fucking deal
    Gimme the intern
    Let the A&R burn
    And as far as I'm concerned this meeting is adjurned
    The woman and I, we're about to walk out that door
    Here's a handshake soldier cause we both won the war

    [A&R:] Wait, Wait, what are you leaving for its your job
    Come back here
    [V:] Naw, fuck that
    [A&R:] Wait, wait we can think this up now cause-
    [V:] Naw, fuck that, fuck you

    [Vakill]
    How can you reason with the brain savagely ripped from it's humane frame
    Gave sweat, tears, and slit a main vain
    Now I aim flame and squeeze out a vengeance for every
    career the industry ruined 4,080 in this fucked up game playing
    Open ya mouth foul bitch
    Cause now I got this 40-cal-inch *gunshot* for you to tussle
    I keep bullets for every artist that signed a loud pitch
    Funny sometimes
    I fast fake and take a tumultuous twist in life's style switch
    I don't know what world beyond this lies
    But I can see my future, not just career through Ganda's eyes
    Once I let this slug out, I struck out
    Nevermind my side of the playing field till I was underneath the dugout
    No matters, what could possibly be worse
    Unless that somehow the tables was reversed
    I know the Jakes is coming and I can't wait to let this heat burst
    I'ma kill everybody
    And just to prove that I ain't bullshitting
    I'ma start with me first [gunshot]

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