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last leg - z poorman lyrics

stuck on the front lines
yea i fight to win it
i never did like hiding
there’s no pride in it
the*the k!lla type strike in an ny minute
don’t push my limits if you kids like living
ride or die kinda life
and i’m rollin without the dice spinnin’
windows light tinted
we blowin’ lye in it
for a life offending
all the crimes commited
they want us admitted
to psycho centers for mic spittas
shining over these beats
that homie rh1n’s my dilla
society is like the dead rising
in mike’s “thriller”
quicker to copy who’s next
get suplexed from due stress
they’d rather see us with noosed necks
than lose cents

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so what you think
and what you gonna act on
we drink
yo we go until the taps gone
track stars
runnin’ till you’re lapped on
in the last leg
with two left to stand on
uh
we rippin’ out they power supplies
when mouths are always open
all they happen to spout is lies
kickin’ back i’ll let them talk
and pick ’em out they lines
sifting out
who wanna block my sun with the cloudy skies
catch ’em when you big ’em up
then cut ’em down to size
i’ll oblige
gotta fight
cuz our demise won’t be televised
all about the plus signs
no negative
vow to keep it live
until this head rush’ll hemorrhage
vocal medicine
he’s jim jones with the rhetoric
droppin’ fire and brimstone
as heavy as heaven did
if given a lemon by fate
he’ll make it a beverage
and represent the co state
with a slate of reverence
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- z poorman lyrics

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