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112 prison bars - vigilante tha prophit lyrics

112 prison bars

performed by vigilante tha prophit

i look at life in a certain way…
i might be psychically detained
but my mind frame in outta sp*ce
i caught a case for that snow flake
a lot has changed in the game now
that b*tch kinda lost weight
it makes sense when i think about it
i mean like karma’s a b*tch
prison there was no way around it
many doubted but i stay grounded
i ain’t gone lie at times
my judgement can get a little clouded
i been surrounded by some real g’s
some wise men who gave me food for thought
about reality…
it seems clear to me now
who’s really got me…
i’ve got a little something for those
who try to f*ck me
and stop me from growing
knowing i pose a threat
the streets is my lady
my name she won’t forget
i’m expected to lead
foreseen the steps
sacrifices i’ve made
but not a single regret
they trying to get this
k!ller out on some bullsh*t
intel provided search team pursuing it
i stay cool with it though
no need to lose it
push it against the grain
like i’m starting a revolution
it’s been proven
miracles he performs
saw it soon as i touched the hands
of my first born
i was forced to walk my faith
in the dark with no light or sight
to brighten my chain of thought…
i saw my peeps
was hungry needed to eat
did what was necessary to iron the crease
money was like a fiend
needle up in the sleeve
needed it just as bad as my father
needed a sleep
beef starting to creep in the hood
ain’t that a b*tch
all of this hostility over personal sh*t
kids caught in a rip, barely able to swim
soon as it got ugly they started to jump ship
this b*tch just got real
i can see where it’s going
ain’t no reason with death when the seed
is already sown…
i owe the streets nothing
g time i’ve shown
stripes i’ve earned 3 of them
real g’s they know it…

blowing my sh*t clean
p*ssy i got the reach
prison my state of mind
they following like a sheep
teach nothing but lessons
vigorous when i preach
shutting a b*tch down
if you questioning my beliefs
speak my mind freely
especially when it’s needed
k!llers ready to bang
when the situation is heated
bleeding my life story
tell it the way i see it
this rap gigs a vehicle that i’m using to free it
beat it with that jargon jimmy
you outta shape
ain’t allowing these punks
to f*ck up the fung shui
pace yourself homie
don’t loose your cool aid
misquoting the hood
get you popped with a 12 gauge…
watch this sp*ce papi
drugs guns and lags
we live in a man’s world where
girls get tea bagged
life is fab homie
wherever i crash land
from pare and sting hill to rimmaz
i beez that
cool cat you envy
watching my every move
try to study my art
but that sh*t don’t apply to you
dude just be easy wit it
enjoy the view
sit back and watch me kicking my little truth…
say what i want to, feelings i don’t consider
biggest claim of them all
she hate it when i deliver
k!ller my last name
bringing it straight to ya
live with lady fats
i spit it with no filter
no one realer then he
otara his state of mind
still bumping the k!ller
his message will never die
k!lla was borderline
craziest in his prime
n0body could do it better
that muah f*cker could rhyme…

35 and gunnin
prophit don’t shoot blanks
30’s the new 20
got plenty left in the tank!
this k!ller, he stay amped
never leaving the ranks
stayed hard when most of these soldiers have decamped
got a clamp on the game
tighter then all these virgins
voodoo im spitting too em
deliver it like a sermon
word is they blame he
scrutinising the verses
esr reporting it back as a precursor
time set it to burner
messages don’t exist
transcripts and sh*t
how i ended up in this b*tch
slip, once you done
your ass back on the strip
walking that delta 2 where
the foreigners getting hit
life’s a b*tch, then you die
some sh*t i was told
had to take the time
to think about what he had imposed
i gotta stay composed, gotta get out the hole
my diabolical ways are starting to unfold…

know that i’m not alone
it’s easy to lose your head
10 years in prison will do it for most men
time i’ve spent well, my worries i’ve put to bed
lord knows i won’t be easily mislead
drama i don’t sweat, nothing i ain’t seen
learnt to adapt quick to a life in quarantine
prison is guaranteed
when you stuck on the same leash
demons i’m still feeding, i struggle to break free
believe i’ve been chosen
truth in my speech
walls they talk to me, i’m daring to go deep
deeper then rap be
places i ain’t been
figure i’d use the b*tch to blow of a little steam
take a moment and breathe, i’m feeling torn..
swore to always protect
my children when they was born
calls i had to make resulted in these bars
wounds they still fresh, knowing i was the cause
scars i’m left with
my baby she still distant
wishing that i was present to watch her
get up to mischief
restless nights, rash decisions
a light was far fetched it was hard to envision
had me spitting all types of sh*t
losing my wits
vigilante going ruthless on em
like real quick…

short wick i had
k!llers know i was active
dark magic it mattered on the mic
i would practice
madness you could call it in someways
or am i just a product of the sh*t that i intake
beyond these gates
it’s hard to embrace
things seem a little different after 5 years straight…
time to stack my chips
on the table in one go…
cause i ain’t tryna do another bid
in this sh*t hole
ima reload and keep my mind on the right note
and hit the streets with the realest sh*t
that i ever wrote…

- vigilante tha prophit lyrics

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