Curb High

Nick Wiz & Shadowz In The Dark - Rap
Curb High
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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 shit 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 shit Gets deeper, concluded leaders are cheaters while inhaling cheeba Shit 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 fucking 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 pawn, 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 nigga'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 Hell '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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Credits
- Writers
- Monochrome (of Shadowz In Da Dark)
- Black Sun (of Shadowz In Da Dark and Native Assassins)