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overture (free jabbar) - lousy human bastards! lyrics

[intro: 2pac (sampled)]
them niggas can’t f-ck with us!
f-ck that peace shit, i ain’t even tryna make peace
f-ck ’em all!
the players are on this side
stupid f-cks!

[verse 1: jabbar]
i can’t process my thoughts, been depressed in the dark
but my progress so *scoffs*, this a contest you lost
yeah your concepts is cool, but your context is false
i just side-step and move when they send shots at a boss
say they toppin’ the charts, that just got me amused
but i’m kinda confused, cause they obviously marks
niggas gotta be kidding, they can’t dive in this water
can’t survive in these parts, they can’t out-swim a shark
niggas dying to push me, i get bored with the talkin’
i’ma die in some pussy cause i was born in a coffin
i made myself myself, i watched me come alive
you don’t like what you see? then *censors* shut your eyes
i came up out the melph’ yelling f-ck the other side
you headin’ straight to hell cause i can tell you living a facade
i’m a win from the belt, i’m a skip from a god
i’m a gift and a curse, it’s only one of my kind

[hook: jabbar]
dog i gotta k!ll ’em, its either that or jail
cause flipping quarters only really offers heads or tails
you gotta choose one, i’m talking right or left
you gotta choose one, for me its life or death
dog i gotta k!ll ’em, its either that or jail
cause flipping quarters only really offers heads or tails
you gotta choose one, i’m talking right or left
you gotta choose one, for me its life or death

[verse 2: snubnose frankenstein]
my feuds are food, you fools are fuel
i lose my cool? no soup for you!
blue skidoo, i’m through and through
the roadster? the rooster? confuse the two
i flew the coop, too-da-loo
i’m kunta when the countach is en route
yeah i tried to be fair, but why should we care
spiking the prices high in the air, buyer beware
get what you paid for when you wage war
the main source, they take score we make more
decor from the bape store, they ain’t sure if im sk8brd or . . ?
cause i was in shibuya for the summer
rummaging ruins pulling rubies from the rubble
these motherf-ckers lookin’ for some trouble
here’s a bullet bruh you’re sufferin’ i’ma do it cause i love ya

[verse 3: seawright]
i wouldn’t stress the past, couldn’t care less for that
my niggas done more for me than prayer’s ever have
no spared effort had, y’all haters better be mad
their reign will be over soon, there there, just relax
you said they posed a threat? guess i don’t get the picture
express it’s no need to be signed my niggas still deliver
who else would know what’s best? what’s wrong with this nigga?
since we’ve been eatin’ my figures been gettin’ bigger
chevy aveo, i wrecked it barely a day old
meetin’ with the head of the label to see what they bring to the table
fairly unstable, these niggas buck when i say go
check for the pesos, ready and able to levy the payroll
there’s a reason you lapsed, we’ll just leave it at that
been keepin’ tabs, your season p-ssed, you needn’t ask
peep the facts, got tired of you feeding ’em trash
dog, don’t mean to brag, the homies are back!

- lousy human bastards lyrics

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