Dead End Street

Album cover art for "Dead End Street" by Eddie Ill & D.L.

Eddie Ill & D.L. - Rap, East Coast Rap

Dead End Street

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[Chorus] Walkin' down a dead end street I say you're walkin' down a dead end street (And can't cross me) Walkin' down a dead end street I say you're walkin' down a dead end street (Fuckin' wit' me) Walkin' down a dead end street I say you're walkin' down a dead end street (Killer technology) [Verse 1] It's not necessary to lay a foul tongue on me, my friend That only leads to dead ends, tu comprende, comprehend? I'm a human warhead, please, mercy, you no beg Buc a con with the knowledge of wealth that I'ma shed "Break bread, death breeds money", Bucfusius said But I ain't gonna die alone, I put somebody to bed I ain't Sylvester, but I'm still a lone, young Judge Dread And to the streets I pled, down with the hardest of heads Call me Bucky the Kid or Bucktradamus King Buc for short or King Bucankhamun Campaign Buconomics, sucka free street movements are bionic High power, supersonic, movin' faster than comets Indian hit Dr. Shaman, worth my weight in diamonds Plus I make ya die, man [Chorus] Walkin' down a dead end street I say you're walkin' down a dead end street (And can't cross me) Walkin' down a dead end street I say you're walkin' down a dead end street (Fuckin' wit' me) Walkin' down a dead end street I say you're walkin' down a dead end street (Killer technology) [Verse 2] I leave trails of bullet shells like Hansel and Gretel Dip with the bread, but except instead To get home, I follow the path of the dead Puttin' it back together like Smooth B and Greg Retarded kids or smarter, kid, I'm sick in the head Christopher Reeve-in' niggas is the way I was bred Slidin' on fools like Jamaican bobsleds Make Rastas dread, grab heat from tool shed, and These are the straps that I manifest I'm waitin' to catch wreck on all you fucknecks Missions at the continent with the usual suspects That you can't neglect, get real with or play chess I take showers in my vest, more luck than Irish While you jam like TECs, I'm taxin' like the IRS Signin' out, Buc again, adios, God bless ("Let 'em see what the pedigree is") [Chorus] Walkin' down a dead end street I say you're walkin' down a dead end street (And can't cross me) Walkin' down a dead end street I say you're walkin' down a dead end street (Fuckin' wit' me) Walkin' down a dead end street I say you're walkin' down a dead end street (Killer technology) Walkin' down a dead end street I say you're walkin' down a dead end street (I call it Bucology)

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  • Buc Fifty
  • The Alchemist