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the burning book - t-rock lyrics

[intro]
sorry you keep you waitin’ so long, n*gga
(president washington in this motherf*cker)
there’s lil kids in the making ’bout 5 years now
young david!
welcome to the burning book n*gga
t*rock in this b*tch
war wounds & life lessons
y’all know who i am n*gga
southside, stand up

[verse]
i’ve been going through a couple of things
stuck with the pain, instead of bringing it to the man of forgiveness
rolling the weed, take it up to the brain
blood in my veins of a k!ller with a plan to be wicked
i don’t really wanna k!ll or steal another n*gga like myself rap, was it for adaptation
back pacing with the gal like the man hasting
same placing and with the potheads half baked
everybody assuming that my life is g, ain’t no choppin’ i write for free (free!)
i’m sick of motherf*ckers telling me what they would do if they was in my shoes
n*gga living my life for me (me!)
i’ve done gain hard when i got to the business
and the love for area 51, we’re going hard for the victory
it’s nothing but telling a family orientation i’m finna sticulation in which should go down in history
(n*gga!)
tell if you’ve ever been so angry and in the blink of an eye, you can take another brother’s life
craft down, now my vision of a victim of the dice, motherf*cker shive lookin’ like a couple dice
kinda hard to decide who was really an adversary and everyday they intertwined on the grind
or you discover that your right hand man intended the murder of your every woman that you was fine
and even mine from the tension of people
saying they tryna k!ll a motherf*cker cause’ he was fetal
he know my every single move, it’s nothing but lethal
and have to take me and murder me and the desert with eagles
and it will never be legal
he wanna test the rap motherf*ckers and take me deep into h*ll
singin’ “death face sizemore”
i pray to god that he jump into battle with me, i’ve fought off the demons i’m facing
what he say? “gritty war!”
a lot of of skeletons, it’s impossible, i’ve gotta bury
ain’t got a friend in life, i’m riding solitary
it’s like i’m living up in a personal prison with no one giving a f*ck of a dollar, them n*ggas commissary
(say..)
but now i got my original right man, man back, everybody should give me a handclap
stand back, we gonna ransack the industry then leave them bl**dy red, just like a tampax
you wanna keep a couple birds for the urge to surge, if a bath full of peas wrapped, that’s a ranwrap
a little soft that i bought from a danj*p, f*ck an autograph, he don’t even know i can rap
i don’t give a f*ck if you owe me a penny or a dollar, you gon’ pay what you owe other than that’s manscratch
i guess i’m brutally honest with the sh*t i’m saying and you the government that’ll make n*gga wanna ban that
i’m a pimp in the game the way a n*gga toss words, on top of that, i got a beat from mossberg
it’s wonder how i stick and stones to break bones, but a life get me crushed from a wrong word
this is what my life is like, my right shoulder fallen outta place every single fight mane
and i’ll be d*mned if a n*gga pop me, imma have to have to pop knees, even when the light plain
i want a whole lot of your blunts, and i bought a bottle full of night train, looking at her life change
feelin’ pain only god can save, a real n*gga fall, i’m tryna break free from a tight string
[hook]
welcome to the burning book, this will make the pharisees wanna turn and look
competition was scared before they heard the hook, guess a real n*gga’s workin’ on the curb with crooks
i’m a n*gga by nature, ak, put the red beam on the front so my trigger will fly lasers (lasers!)
a n*gga don’t like me, i don’t like him “pop pop!” get rid of my neighbor
welcome to the burning book, this will make the pharisees wanna turn and look
competition was scared before they heard the hook, guess a real n*gga’s workin’ on the curb with crooks
i’m a n*gga by nature, ak, put the red beam on the front so my trigger will fly lasers (lasers!)
a n*gga don’t like me, i don’t like him “pop pop!” get rid of my neighbor
welcome to the burning book, this will make the pharisees wanna turn and look
competition was scared before they heard the hook, guess a real n*gga’s workin’ on the curb with crooks

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