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nick wiz - curb high lyrics

nick wiz ft. shadowz in da dark + “curb high”
[emcee(s): monochrome and black sun]
[producer(s): nick wiz]

[verse 1: monochrome]
grab a tight fist as my lips spit sh+t that’ll
split your wrist, slip your disk, and punch out some hits
now ask me why i cause a homicide. seek a center
was a baby, my brain’s been on a mental rockslide
it started out in elementary fights. i was
that type that liked punching out my playmate’s pearly whites
never was much for gaming. i duck, duck, goose
with a trey+deuce, and i’ve perfected target+aiming
never had a chum, my brother was my only one
me, him, my moms, her bat, and my father’s gun
rolled up into them rift+downs. suckers, just
get down ‘cause i was a kid known for pointing his
smith down and letting the wesson teach telepathy ‘cause, see
for seven hours a day, i heard the story of a profession
white kids, white queens, white scenario
but walking my streets after dark was crazy scary, yo
pushers push, hookers hook, and every once in a while
you’ll look over your shoulder for a possible crook

[hook: black sun and (monochrome)]
curb ((curb)) high ((high))
lowlife live by the sword, (die by the knife)
curb ((curb)) high ((high))
lowlife live by the sword, (die by the knife)
[verse 2: black sun]
the path that i’ve chosen is the path not taken
two thousand depths below satan, i’ll be waiting
life law measure my height in centimeter, drown, this sh+t
gets deeper, concluded leaders are cheaters while inhaling cheeba
sh+t is real, kid. for most, too much to deal with. i feel it
when i fall for my newborn that’s torn off a stiff hip—to f+cking
heal it, i would. righteous and good, but chill
burners are standard due to bandage with hoods. and destiny?
destiny is pressing me on since the destiny
of a dawn as a teflon face+down in a red p+wn, i speak
upon the peace of mind i have, but even that’s gone
when the house is vietnam, corners embraced with open arms
now the asphalt is known as home, sweet home
bodegas are kitchen, life television, and curb a throne
police sirens are ghetto lullabies, visions of love
i barely recognize, i’m viewing heaven through covered eyes
centuries in penitentiaries for mistaken identities
at times, i wish to stagger blank and slip on a shank intentionally
but chill. jah steady, give no man too much to withstand
so hopefully my hourglass packs more sand than sudan

[hook: black sun and (monochrome)]
curb ((curb)) high ((high))
lowlife live by the sword, (die by the knife)
curb ((curb)) high ((high))
lowlife live by the sword, (die by the knife)
[verse 3: monochrome]
parental guidance should have been suggested. i brought the magnum
.44 before a n+gga’s chest was congested
i cleared his lungs, and his heart know ruckus i spark, and i be
smiling in the face of jiggy wetting on the block
on a cell block, a mental prisoner caged from the living. as a
civilian, i was illing, but, as an enemy, i’m just chilling
yo, word to marcus. my art was speeding ‘cause i believed in
never leaving ‘em until the punk was broke and bleeding
i’m whisking the wind, and now the sands are all blowing enough
to straighten out the lean in time to a fire+step zone, so, yo, don’t
stand on the corner unless you’re ready for h+ll ‘cause those who
tell don’t know, and those who know won’t tell

[verse 4: black sun]
a midsummer’s
night dream when i return to scenes with a soul clean
cream seems to be a part of my bloodstream
so now i might vow i that how i
gain wealth was due to patterns of stealth techniques
these alleys and streets i hustle, all my cardiac
muscles gone, so i blow spots i bust upon
my tactics with the apparatus, the chrome is blown. known i’ll put
fear in domes when i grind clones to several rhinestones
matter of fact, shadowz talk when i spark with a pistal
my mind reeks of many antiques plus cristal
bells not rung for later dates at golden gates, my mindstate’s
lower, curb+height, aight? i meditate
[hook: black sun and (monochrome)]
curb ((curb)) high ((high))
lowlife live by the sword, (die by the knife)
curb ((curb)) high ((high))
lowlife live by the sword, (die by the knife)

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