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Sight​.​Later

by iDiREi

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PSA

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{Sight}

-Verse 1-

You fucked up nigga
You fit the picture
You gettin’ hit
Bad bitches in the party
All parties are getting’ lit
Fitting atmosphere ’fore
Craniums of foes will get split
That hoe’s ass is restless
And destined to feel stick
Drugs, pussy, brotherhood
What a wonderful time
Living like a nigga
Got a refundable life
Sailing through a sea of
Misfits searching for one night
Because a nigga doesn’t know
If this will be the last ride
Take a swig toke or sip
And then pass
Ten shots, three blunts,
And a double cup
Fair lass that dance
With a plump round ass
Get sweetest joy
Before runner-up

(Hook)

So bitch, shake your ass on me
Before we go catch this felony
House of hoodlums rejoicing
Like they in ‘89
Lighters on the dresser
Cocaine tables, white lines
So bitch, shake your ass on me
Before we go catch this felony!

-Verse 2-

Ridin’ for revenge after
Pounding some tender kitty
You can smell the stench
Of pollution in city gritty
Gats sit in our laps as we
Fillin’ em full of minerals
To open this nigga up like
We fuckin’ surgeon generals
Fuck, where he at?
We been rollin’ for an hour
Don’t ya’ll think it’s about time
To unload a shower upon this-
There he go! Lift the pole!
Pop out quick! Let it blow!
Brain meat spaced by the klick!
You better let his mama know.
Hop back in. Hit the rode.
Tell yo neighborhood
What we bode
Epiphany make sight blurry
Hyperventilated worry
Retaliation will unfold
Ain’t no use in being scary
Cemetery visits grow old
Ill feeling system is blaring
Desperate to get back to home
On edge gazing at dead ass phone
Brothers are laughing in the front
Yo homie was a fucking joke
That why his snitch ass got that smoke
Mothafucka, we in this
You are not a menace
You were on the list
We watched your face grimace
As you toppled to the grass
Body shaking, ground quaking
Park the whip for intermission
After the completed mission
Pull the trigger with precision
That’s street nigga intuition
Alternating speed of motion
Shit is too surreal
They never thought the little soldier
Had the heart to drill
Puke covered face is spitting bars
Pop another pill
No fear in the field
All real niggas know the deal
Yo ass best blast to kill
If you discharging yo steel
The moment you cross thoroughfares
Projectiles you will feel
Sensational shock trippin’
Off all the aromas
Will we live long enough
To receive a diploma?
Many peers are dying
In feuds of confusion
Too dead inside to be
Caught in district illusions
Adolescent suffering
Satan persists
Barrel to the temple
Fuck slittin’ the wrists
Overdosing sorrow
Doubting the tomorrow
As windows to our souls
Are condensing the mist

{Later}

-Verse 1-

Formulated from your
Suffering and strife
We may only survive
By consuming the remains of life
When you call for Christ,
It gets me very fucking tight
Your soul is not sought after
For we are the same (This shit will not be tamed.)
You are too weak to
Go on on your own (Give in.)
Your own life force and beating heart
Gets right beneath your cursed skin
The world freed its impulse upon you (This means war.)
Succumb, or become the
Victim of much more
Do you hear them?
Do you hear the fallen?
They’re on the line
Do you see them?
Their charred organs
Wait for you to die
Your trust got them killed
For one piece of molded pie
Hell, if it wasn’t for you,
They’d still be alive (This humiliation will never happen again.)
You will die with
Clozapine in hand
Obey all (commands)
Deny remorse
Make them pay
Give up yourself,
And come this way
To live to dread another day
All were meant to meet the same fate
Arousing your malevolence
Your bloodlust is voluptuous (Please, no! Save me!)

Outro:

And every night
You view your future in lost souls
And every night
Red! Red! Red! (Let us feed this newfound addiction.)
Perish.

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released January 16, 2017

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