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mic righteous - thoughts of a dying man lyrics

[verse 1: mic righteous]
i open my eyes, i lay face down on the carpet
surrounded by gl-ss shards i wake up from darkness
{–deep breath–} i’m gasping for breath
last thing i saw a black figure whilst i’m glancing at death
i try standing but i fall, with my last bit of strength
i manage to crawl, followed by a trail of blood
i lay my back on the wall, my hands are shaky as f-ck
i tell myself to relax and be cool, pain in my gut
i see muddy footprints leading into the back room
i slowly roll up my shirt, prepare myself for bad news
can’t believe what i’m seeing; blood weeping out of stab wounds
thief went mad loose – two holes in my abdomen
and one of ’em penetrates my tattoo
with every breath i feel my death is getting closer
knowing everything can go black soon
i never got to thank goon
i think of lambs and lucia and will i ever see ’em again
it’s like a dream, i’m feeling weaker, am i reaching my end?
got death breathing down my neck
them mandem leave me for dead
i feel to drop a few tears, i’m in a state of upset
my brain’s saying i’m f-cked, my heart ain’t giving up yet
i never got the chance to tell my family i loved them
i never took the chance, want a grammy
now here comes death
i see the can of stella i was drinking
there’s bound to be some left
i struggle to reach and when i do move
ah, it’s just hit the deck
i take another swig and pour the rest down my chest
wipe the blood out my wounds, now it’s me against death
it can’t be true, i stretch my legs to get the ashtray
for half a zoot to calm my nerves, it can’t compute
it’s getting hard to move, i start to lose it
feel like the room is getting darker too
pull out the clipper from my bl–dy jeans, spark the zoot
i’m thinking ‘i’m too you to bun my final spliff’
i always thought god had a plan for me
i never thought i’d die like this
i’ve lit the spliff, spit out a blood clot and wipe my lips
try to come to grips with my fate, my mind playing tricks
i ain’t a b-tch, i picture my grave
adrenaline pumping round my veins, not even thinking of pain
i think of all the bars i’ve ‘writ’ but never got to spit
like that sh-t was a waste
done all this just to get duppy’d by some pr-ck with a blade
you might have heard me spitting it in my past rhymes
scheming that i’m ready to die i said it many of times
my eyes are getting heavy and my head is getting light
was i telling lies? was i really ready?
was it do or die? if i survive or don’t make it
f-ck or commit suicide! even when i’m half dead
i’m ‘a stay true to mic, why would god do me like this?
alone and lifeless, my whole life flashed before my eyes
total silence; i’m nothing but a corpse on the floor
blood pouring from my diaphragm
the thoughts of a dying man

[verse 2: ryan rose]
i’ve got a little move planned
a couple boxes, give or take a few grams
so i gather up two man
roll to the spot cause i know where this yout’ jams
so we park up, fat zoot gets spark’ up
then i grip on my huge shank
i ain’t leaving with no food
he’s got p’s, i ain’t leaving with no bank
g this ain’t no prank,blade like petrol
i’ll feed him the whole tank – anyway, zoot done
jump out the whip and walk to the yout’s drum
and stick to the same plans
when you knock the door just say that your name’s ‘lambs’
(-ry-) “knock knock”
(-mic-) “who is it?
(-ry-) “lambs”
(-mic-) “waagwaan fam?”
pop goes the top lock
he swung the door and i hit him in his jaw
cah i know that’s a soft spot
i’m on a hype now – what!? what!?
this sh-t ain’t amusing
i grab him by his neck like
rock move the food and he mumbled the back room
i told my dawgs search for the cash and get back soon
then he tried to put up a fight
thought he could get up, i put two in his side
that’s the thoughts of a k!ller

- mic righteous lyrics

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