Peace Here to explain to you 25 to life It's not no criminal shit But then again it is It's some lyrical shit From the abyss
[ VERSE 1: Saafir ] What else am I to do, I'm not seein no more Revenue, I try to detach myself from life So catastrophies never grace my path I couldn't never play (what?) the part, so I started With heartmarkers never mark me I never crossed the Parker's Brothers path The absent minded applicant denied See, these rhymes are designed to stretch the skin Anticipation of the Junction Jerkin your ass into a ??? worker answer to fly by night Vision emulates precision A trait for greatness related to liquidation of the character When animation consumes your whole conversation like vapor I'ma mangle that ass like a acre, I'm a get-paider You're on my land, my ancestor's mindstate Make platinum in the ears of a large resident I be in charge of the canibal's canabis Where hot shit, ain't no fannin this, when I write it's 25 to life
(For every rhyme I write it's 25 to life) --> Havoc
[ Saafir ] 25 to life It's a mindstate, straight up and down Stay hard In your foundation keep mobbin Youknowmsayin? Don't slip like these gased at paid niggas
[ VERSE 2: Mahasin ] I get a strike every time I touch the mic Marks got a bounty on my head from scripts read Mahasin lyric assassin leave yo ass for dead You have no stamina, amateur And don't know my caliber I make the party say ho at the show
From the verbal calico with nuff ammo Quick to clown these tricks and these broads Cause they rhymes ain't hard Wack MC walk away scarred Cause they didn't know what they was in fo' Didn't have the proper info I'm an underground soldier savage on the rhyme And I'm goin for mine, can't knock it Dare not try to stop it Can't get with the sick shit that I spit I ain't yo punk bitch You have no stash, so how can you profit? Rob you of your props, run, get the cops But I'll disappear into thin air Make your life a misdemeanor Know what I mean, huh? Crime scene clean smooth getaway
[ Saafir ] Youknowmsayin? Non-detectable Can't be seen But we the usual suspectuals Yaknawmsayin? You can find us All you gotta do is look baby Peep
[ VERSE 3: Saafir ] Mentally I'm here, Saafir is focused like Minolta Yoko Ono couldn't sow no linen like this I'm on the john shittin these writtens Lickin my fingers like a banker Swingin it like a shanker Paint a picture like a Van Gogh Flow faster than a locomotive I bounced a hoe as sho' as holdin my balls like boulders Bustin shots through the holster A quarter century To life means describin the lyrical pimp in me (bitch) When I write for the likes of criminals at night Striking through the night for life
Junction riders Puttin it down H.J.'s Deflectin these hate rays Knowmsayin? From '98 to whatever That's how it goes down West Oakland solider Biatch
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