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1 city (ft. dusty thompson) - albinoking lyrics

(intro)

roll you up get it lit, aight

23690 half the population been blinded by conformity/
while the other half could still complains about authority/
but they k!llin the majority of the minority/

civil disbelief dealing with diversity/
civil disbelief dealing with immensity/
but all of these big words won’t get the message through/
so i can seal it but motherf-ckers want to steal it/
verbal shots at me and i don’t got a shield it/
i do this for 1 city i don’t care if you don’t feel it/
because since i was seven i’ve dreamt for this moment/
but i was given power and i thought that i could hold it/
but i turn to the bottle that’s hennessey/
i’m dealing with some dark thoughts and some psychopathic tendencies/
i would drink a 5th for the remedy/
i’m giving shots so i can see the blood for my enemies/
i’m bankin on the plug that got me seven g’s for a couple pleas/
lockin up on trial for seventy years/
social ethics disappear it’s sad because all of your peers wanna see your f-cking tears/

[bridge]

and that’s as blunt as it gets/ (that’s right)
but i’m not like others who rap about blunts and -ssets/
all these fake rappers gotta lie about their balance/
or lie about their legal status put the city on the atlas/
just to get credit when it’s due (i do it)
just to get credit with revenue/
do it like me yeah i came from the avenue/
but play a beat on and watch me follow through with/

(verse 2)

16 bars to the neck, (yeah aye) k!lling motherf-ckers so you better hit the deck/
i could double tap that trigger and i’d watch your body stiffen/
i said i’d be back but these motherf-ckers didn’t listen/
i hope they take attendance at the crucible/
cuz a real k!ller will show up to the victim’s funeral/
i’m screaming present, with the presence of mind/
he’s a born k!ller m.e. says the cod is undefined/
while the pistols popping panties dropping while i’m in the cut, so deep they say that st-tches won’t heal the pain/
yeah the booze copping traffic stopping while i’m in the cut, so deep they say that b-tches won’t feel the rain/ yeah

what you need baby i got you

for god forgive me for my childish ways/
i look outside and all the clouds are grey/

i love you
god help me/

[deepest thoughts]

i don’t need fuse for combustion/
i don’t abuse my drug consumption/
but what’s my life behind the action the distraction let alone my satisfaction/
cuz i’m seven deep f-cking with the 12 greek k!lling off the fleet/
half a dozen to the other that’s 18 bodies that i’m accounted for you astounded wh0r-/
my image concealed like a b23r chrome, i keep it for the phenes who step into the wrong home/
cuz i can’t trust a b-tch farther than i can throw em/
if we talkin marijuana i could roll one blow one, if we talking poetry i could flow one/
flow like the mississippi k!lling anyone in the vicinity/
no one has the superior ethnicity, no civility/
i’ve seen my blood flow like viscosity/
10/7/98 first breath my last death momma sent me to the wrong address/
he’s a libra zodiac sign straight out of the urethra/
i have a way with words but i wanna fly away with the birds/
so i can defecate on caleb when he m-st-rbates/
pop a xanny when i pop a head -ss-ssinates/
i’m sedated like k2 but i’m high like my jays flew/
but you are now entering the perspective behind the smile down to the membrane/
but my momma knows all i need is a square and some butane/
i spark another one like dj khaled i got an ounce straight from cali/
some protesters at a rally and sotomy inside an ally/

(dusty thompson)
what are your deepest thoughts my savior was nailed to a cross/

- albinoking lyrics

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