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freshy ramone - no hook lyrics

(verse 1)
look into my eyes, look into my mind
tell me what the f-ck you find, aye
i hope you see the truth, i hope you see the proof
i hope that you could read between the lines, aye
im the m-th-f-cking light…(light?)
these n-ggas might go blind, aye
i got the flavor like flav…(flavor)
and these n-ggas dont know the time
n-gga what you know about losing your way
and losing your mind at the same d-mn time
i dun seen it all, died last fall
came back from the dead just to open n-ggas eyes
i turned an idea into a spark and i lit a torch with it
to illuminate the dark
yall never met a n-gga like me in yah whole life
left my old life in the fog n-gga
word on the street ima suspect, aye
probably cuz i got you n-ggas upset, aye
probably cuz im never showing love to you sleeping -ss n-ggas
its a shame yall ain’t up yet, yea
word on the streets this is us yes
now adays dont know who to trust yes
man i swear my whole life been a movie but this right hear is the soundtrack, aye

(hook)
f-ck a hook… x2
nah i dont need no hook
no hook…
f-ck it ima give em one

(verse 2)
look into my eye, my all seeing eye
now tell me if its calcified, aye
b-tch you know it ain’t, so b-tch you know i can’t
give in to the demons of the night, aye
the last real n-gga left…(left?)
i wonder how long ill survive
if you the m-th-f-cking truth…shoot
then ima boldfaced lie, n-gga
n-gga what you know about moving soft white
in yah backpack for your grand dad just to live
come to find out he been blowing half of it
up his own nose, might “o-dose” and be dead
come to find out he only got 10% heart beating in his chest
more reason to be stressed
started from the bottom more reason to be vexed
but i think we bout to blow more reason to be blessed
n-gga word on the streets ima problem
man im just tryin to stop the k!lling and the robbing
you know them ec n-ggas like to run up in yah home
put some red in yah dome like rodman (pop, pop)
word on road is the black man scorn from the steriotypes
keep a n-gga p-ss poor, man
f-ck yah 40 ounce and yah wings white boy
its melanin in watermelon you should probably eat it more n-gga

- freshy ramone lyrics

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