reezy (us) - dead or alive lyrics
(reezy). verse 1
and so it go lights camera action
i hope that imma spit this sh-t clear with no need for captions
its funny how n-ggas who wanna get sanctioned
put up some girly att-tude just to attract attention
the industry used to be known for grooming real talk
buh now its just some phoney -ss people that’s going actors
now if money and fame are the only factors
then patience and gain will be the actors that were left off
autotune was k!lled but it was never buried
so it walks amongst the living like an undead spirit
haunting the game uhm sortta like molly hartley
so we’ll just k!ll it again and this time make sure its buried
n-ggas instead of being fly like birds
be tweaking they voices so that they now sound like birds
only problem is how they forget that birds just sing
so quit rap homie go ahead and try some new things
make a wish, make a wish, make a wish
we know if wishes were horses, everybody would be kings
so we’ll all have horses, and the only thing left in the game would be corpses, synopsis
verse 2
2, its like a catch 22
should i place some shots or maybe create a bullet hole through
the heads of those that spit rubbish and den call it the truth
misleading the m-sses telling them how they are the proof
of what may happen if they don’t think outside of the roof
so they’re out there in vocal booths
spitting disgraceful spoofs
so now we’re used to the fact we’re being used
instead of using our knowledge as power to protect the truth in truth the listeners behave just like b-tches do
cos its b-tches that enjoy being lied to
so i should, stand up and fight too
pick up a shield and sword the industry dies we all die too
i’m a simile to martin luther cos i av a dream
that real rap will one day be the picture on the widest screen
so let’s be mean osama bin laden
dropping bombs on counterfeits until we hear them scream
since the death of john the baptist there’s been violence
and the ones that take it by force are the violent
at the sound of the siren
just get violent
this the death of autotune moment of silence!
verse 3
on a third thought it wouldn’t hurt to throw some shots
just place scope ‘long the coordinates of some hot shots
trynna sit em down and talk to them wouldn’t work
so i just cooked a meal for they brains i call that food for thought
they say hiphop is dead, now that’s some real sh-t
so real rappers are only spitting out some dead sh-t
buh dead or alive, we knee deep in this rap sh-t
this is a resurrection, get the f-ck outta that tomb b-tch
now for y’all that branded yourselves after fish skins
that are slimey and slippery like fish kins
or even as wet as the insides of a b-tchs skin
i bring them out and eat em all up like puskins
yuck!
y’all shouldn’t even talk
bring em out, lay em down, u all deserve to be flogged
strap them tight to the chair, electrocute they -sses
or maybe lethal injection would just do the magic
now for y’all that spit real like a seminar cl-ss
cheers to yall, u eaves dropping u hear the clink of gl-ss
it was a m-ssacre bury the bodies en m-sse
in nomine partre.. oh! f-ck it……. its a reqiem m-ss
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