B 4 U Die

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Klashnekoff] Overdose comatosed, armageddon coming close I can feel it in my bones, wigs blown like cyclones Talking to my coldies on cold on the Terra phone About bre shottin' bone, Bob's made of stone Sticks made of chrome, tears holes through your ribs Tears holes so big you can't repair it with a stitch It's sick; pain stains my brain like shit Carve scripts with a Bic; spit architect dialect Dissect your whole set, random select Lace lyrics in your head like Beck's with deck EFX So tread careful steps, my whole flex is vex Deeply depressed; leave you deprived of breath Survive life on one slice of bread So bredrin think twice, my rhymes will take your life With samurai knives, man attackin' from all sides Sittin' silently watchin' science from the sideline Take a slice of my rhyme, use it as a guideline, got bombs in the pipeline Plottin' in the background, waiting for the right time 'Til I sight the target, black bandana, black crips, black garments Rippin' a black gat in back of your apartment You can barely see the bucky and the bwoy start barnin' What's gwarnin'? The word on road is that you're ming Start sing like Sting when the fire peel your skin It's simple tings, either you sink or swim Street vets go to war and return with missin' limbs Turn born again Christian and start singin' hymns like [Hook: Klashnekoff] B4 U Die my friend (B4 U Die) Go seek the Lord (Go seek the Lord) Reach out and touch him (Reach out and touch him) And believe in his words (And believe in his words) Confess your sins to him (Confess your sins to him) Terra Firma guy murder, you know? (Guy murder, you know?) B4 U Die, B4 U Die, go seek the Lord [Verse 2: Skriblah] Mr. Midnight, I glide through the darkness Existential-ist, my brain made like the TARDIS My heart is, covered in bones just like a Reaper Grim soldier, spit darts made out of ether It's deeper, the rapper foundation is the key, blood All of brother's keepers and as solid as a tree trunk The Firma Fam, learnin' nine ways of burnin' man From ancient manuscripts, spit bars and start hurtin' jams Practice language, tribes'll light the platforms Spit the same slang, even in Sandang, sworn To be the soon deep or be most critically acclaimed I spray raps like acid gas and melt through your face The turbulence, caused by my raps are too merciless Make man get motion sickness off of my verse and shit The curse and cripplin' pain, is bestowed upon Any new 'truders tryna move for Babylon [Verse 3: Kyza] I'm so solid, I spit knowledge, liquid and gas Call me gravity, the way man'll be liftin' your chaps Pure non-fiction I'm spittin'; I stick to the facts Mans thought they had the bottle 'til I twisted their caps Paper weight lyricist, know that I rip through they raps They sound of the counterfeit, 'low that shit; gimmicks and crap Feminine breddas with feathers walk switchin' and that Must be the estrogen eckin' 'em bring out the wrong sex in 'em Baldless and hecklin', inject the venom in, bredders will never win I'm deeper than the words embedded in somebody's wedding ring Terra Firma tear raps and I leash the dogs of war just to scare cats The mass-murderer slash verbalist, street journalist My speech purpose is hot, enough to heat furnaces I'm the Boss, I scared Hugo with my screwbo Lyrics get dashed about like Judo, EP'll come soon bro But I gotta shell out some rude dough, 'cause I blew up the studio You know who's the one who deserves props and cudos Mr. Kyza, who owe? [Hook - Klashnekoff] B4 U Die my friend (B4 U Die) Go seek the Lord (Go seek the Lord) Reach out and touch him (Reach out and touch him) And believe in his words (And believe in his words) Confess your sins to him (Confess your sins to him) Terra Firma guy murder, you know? (Guy murder, you know?) B4 U Die, B4 U Die, go seek the Lord