Killa-Kc - Bars текст песни

Broken arm, broken heart, shattered dreams
Tongue piercings lost at rates
Punched in the face by the local thug
Bent over, caught the stomach flu bug
While hitting it from the back burnt your knee on the rug
Last hug from the homie
Before he flies out to Pelican for the long stretch
Tattooed sketch takes two days to complete
Father never was around, deadbeat nigga
Tossed in the Hudson with concrete feet
Yoga master hypnotized known to defeat
And remain calm, blisters on the palm
Then only bring home half pay
Need a fix, locked up in the halfway
S&M freaks add a little when they do the nasty
When I die, pray that it's done in a fast way
Don't want no long stroll down pain's pathway
All life long playing the game in order to gain
Taking in the pain
Niggas green with envy like they had gamma treatment
Find it hard to compete with, I'm on some steep shit
Climbing, you're on it like Carlich Hymen (?)
My skills I always polish it up till it's shining
Like a brother with a brand new Lex
Rhymes on it like sporting two tecs
With laser lights make the red dot
Bring it your face while you're blinking
It be the large caliber rhyme
Ask yourself why try
Microphone slash Rasco Defari
Evidence, rhymes that set the precedence
Straight out the box, MCs to bobby sox
Major league, set to intrigue you small fee
Nothin' to the game, we doused them small flames
Take names
Head for the fence, we track prints
Track down the scent, then fold your whole tent
Stay bent
The illest on rhymes at all times
Call your bullpen, Rasco just pulled into the lot
Be strikin em out with one shot
While your pitch be hittin the plate at one spot
Down the pipe
The major lieutenant that earn stripes
Bet strap in, cadet to captain
Stand up, better yet, put them hands up
And watch the triple threat come fuck them plans up
Smack niggas, with lyrical gems that sayin hymns
Niggas still rappin 'bout clothes and car rims
Man debted
But dishin that corn, you get spreaded
We runnin on supreme, you runnin on unleaded
Couldn't match, you out the line-up, you been scratched
Sittin on the bench, not feelin you one pinch, in the trench
We loadin the guns to stack funds
Went from stackin ones to stackin them one-huns
Scored runs
The hotter the bat, the more fat
It's Dilated, Ras, 'Fari, we bust back
Like that, like that, like that, like that
Like that y'all, like that, check it
I bet you got get-up-and-go power
It's time to grow, flower
Let the rain wash the pain from plains of indigo
Hard to tender when defending your name off pinnacles
Reclaim in intervals until you're strong again
Strong and sane with the stronger aim
My eyes dilate to see all the gain
And it's all the same, we're all to blame
For giving and receiving hate
You best believe in pain