indubwetrust – beast from the east lyrics
i’m f-cked
mind of a rebel
blood of gypsy
and all the 5-0 aim but
itchy trigger fingers
miss me
misty
eyed
from the veins you can tell that
we’re high
because they’re streaking cross
our oculars like
lightning in the sky
i can’t be
missing it
catch the rhyme
bout to keep my
eyes open
cause this sh-t turn
on a dime
simma’ down and then
put it all back
in line
i been waitin’ for this
situation
slidin’ from behind
i keep the grind and the
knuckles that
turn a rind
taking saturated
we made it
dated and
kept aside
we man made the date to
create it
inside the minds but
it takes a loud state
breakin’ to
shaken em up when
they high
but all the time
i’m rhymin’
you just lookin’ for
a ride
it takes a loud state
breakin’ to
shaken em up when
they high
but all the time
i’m rhymin’
you just lookin’ for
a ride
deuce deuce the will
swinging bodies till
i’m swill
another pill is thrown my way and
as i light one imma’
take it in a minute
take a couple sips
until my eyes are tinted
that’s the ego rushin’ down my throat the
paradise invented
out of something that was once
a youthful outlet of my
outer worldly sentence
i.e. venice of the soul
intact to keep it on the low
the fact i see
every move that’s made
around me
counting
the minutes till
i find some else
bouncing
trying to get it
to vent it
intended
the will and
i announce it
in a minute be a
world away when in it
hounding
-ss backwards in
facades they’ve been
housing
every time
you try it hard
anxiety your
mounting
last on the market but
first on the draw
babylon stand till the
earth wind call
we fight and
we scr-pe
through the storm
bear it all
we remember where we started
when we learned how to crawl
we remember where we started
when we learned how to crawl
just remember where you started
when you learned how to crawl
type original blood
i’d rather run than walk
but when i do they
gawk and approve
you can see them stalk
hounding
the blocks off
pounding
the rhythm cough a
funk b-ss line make me
drunk sounding
hit it with the
dirty east style
hidden in the trunk
keep it legal
papers to the ceiling
organized as f-ck
and we can see the envy in your eye
you shoulda riled up
got wild and high enough to
keep under the line with us
throwin’ me under the bus you
better be ready to duke
nuke you with them
heavy hands like calories to
make you puke
all up in the cypher already
ain’t got no time to rebuke
go ask the misses
wash the dishes
like the b-tch in the suit
keep the salt for the real men
and their boys
lying in the wait to
slide the fate and
take it’s choice
out the fitting i feel as it try to
get in me man
but i can keep it rollin long as we
reppin’ the city
i ride
blood tie knives to the
family i grind
you can hear all a my friends
when they go
buh buh
wanna f-ck wit em
swiftly you get
stuck stuck
body come up missin’
listen should a
duck duck
fickle up gut to the
cut when i be switching em
bring it down front wit a
strut and then st-tching em
boil] shut the counter front
because i’m sick a them
bangin’ a rut to ripple cuffs
cause i be spillin’ them
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