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hak7m faraji. - salvador dali / huey's successor lyrics

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(hook)

b-tch i’m feeling out of body
b-tch call me salvador dali (x3)

(verse)

i been losing homies since i was eight
i know that you n-ggas couldn’t relate
mama cleaning roaches out of the sink
let me paint a picture for you to think

the persistence of a memory faded
enveloped inside of the face of a war
n-ggas fiending for a basket of bread
violence seated apparatus in hand

this a lugubrious game if you f-ck with the gang
then that blood turning red from that blue in your veins
living still life means i’m stuck in a cycle but f-ck all that
baby boy making a change

elephants heavily clouding my brain
my thoughts surreal like a burning giraffe
it’s a foot race then i might be the last
so many caskets i don’t do the math

homies died every day splat
f-ck around with n-ggas whose rats
they might put a pin to your back
for a slice of the cheese

and they ask why i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, n-gga please
peel back onion have em leaked
fake hood n-ggas like a peach, fuzzy -ss n-gga f-ck with me
first days of spring, where a homie died every week

gentrified zone 6 streets, disintegrated almost every week
n-ggas that’s a portrait i can’t paint
cause that sh-t happen every day
spot in heaven know i’m running late

gotta catch a date with my fate
n-ggas tryna catch a swallow tail
cause we all tryna fly away
even if we floating in a grave

god get the f-ck out the way
south got a lot to f-cking say, n-gga

(hook)

b-tch i’m feeling out of body
b-tch call me salvador dali (x3)

(switch)

(hook)
i see n-ggas i see coons i see death
k!ll em all
i see nueces i seen crosses they the same thang
burn em all
i see h-ll i see the bible i see much
f-ck it all
i wanna burn it all (x2)
(x3)

(verse)
b-tch i been waist deep
i been way incomplete
i been in my mind
i might run that fade

i might go and sh-t on my homie k!ller f-ckin grave
i might go ghost but i need yall out my sp-ce
i ain’t tryna rob nun you n-ggas and yo fake -ss chains
i’m out here tryna k!ll all the d-mn kkk

im tryna get my momma out the west end by today
i ain’t got rid of nun my demons by burning no sage
cops k!ll us and yeah n-gga that’s because we motha f-ckin king’s
stop thinkin so less bout yourself that’ll bring shame
i know they paint us like a victim like we some saiyans ( hear me tho )
took all our grandpa’s and they got rid of our names

( that wasn’t that long ago dawg )

look at the men they had executed
we just been losing our respiration
there no such thang as a reparation
when they had torn apart every nation

they put our skulls to the f-ckin pavement
then choke us out right in front our parents
i dont know but this sh-t is apparent
even our youngest gone need some burners

yeah the block its drenched in wasabi
i was too young watching d-mn toonami
that’s when i first saw a darkened glocky
cops held my uncle they was har-ssing

who woulda figure they was the action
toying with us like we milton bradley
even the hardest they freeze at sirens
thinkin bout serving they life in prison

who the f-ck these n-ggas lyin for
lying on no jumper interviews
tap dancing all on your interviews
i think you need a new point of view

when at the grammy’s i’m sliding you
uncle sam he really bribing you
you got fruchtman tryna profit
but i know that you dont give a sh-t

(hook)
i see n-ggas i see coons i see death
k!ll em all
i see nueces i seen crosses they the same thang
burn em all
i see h-ll i see the bible i see much
f-ck it all
i wanna burn it all (x2)
(x3)

(bridge)
so much willie lynch in the air
i can feel the cotton breezing by me
i can hear the tap dancing from the closet
ain’t no questions if this really be about it (x2)

(hook)
i see n-ggas i see coons i see death
k!ll em all
i see nueces i seen crosses they the same thang
burn em all
i see h-ll i see the bible i see much
f-ck it all
i wanna burn it all (x2)
(x3)

let all those fathers out f-ckin prison
let out every single mother you got locked up prost-tution
let out every motha f-cker that you literally beat because they color is f-ckin brown
let em the f-ck out
oh i forgot you got em systemically trapped
but under my coalition they’ll k!llin yo -ss
mother f-cka

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