Pandæmonium

Reel Wolf & Plasma XL & Swann & Aspects - Rap
Pandæmonium
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Duration: 2:47
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[Verse 1: Plasma XL] It's a cold world, call my gun Old Girl Cocaine and soda in a jar, let it all swirl Hadn't even fucked a bitch yet I was standin' on a corner sellin' rock with the street vets Ask about me, I don't take no fuckin' G checks Squeeze shots, your body stops workin' like a defect These little rappers, you ain't in my fuckin' league yet I'll feed you, then burp you, then leave you, you need rest I'm from Vanauley Walk Housing where you need vests We in the schoolyard shootin' like at recess My grandfather's gun, I've been torn since he lеft Since he been gone, thеre ain't been much of me left Hard life, so many regrets, I've been standin' on this corner so long I need my knees checked And I ain't been around the world yet I'm probably with The Devil but I never been a reject [Verse 2: Swann] Hey yo, I'm from a dark realm where the demons they dwell Only thing that lives is chaos, you would think that it's Hell Gotta watch over your shoulder, keep your third eye open Someone always out to get you, tryna squash a bad omen This is Toronto, whoever thought we'd end up on the map? Every year there's more violence than the news can even grasp Every block has got a story, you ain't hearin' a word Too much talkin' in the streets get you rushed to emerg' Came from pissy staircases, elevated to rap We ain't seein' eye to eye if you ain't comin' here strapped Shots fired, you would think that it was Canada Day From east to west, north to south, my wolves lettin' 'em spray It's real talk, catch a G check slippin' in my hood I'm the one that speak reality, always up to no good Catch me hidin' in the shadows, it's like, yeah, that's where I belong I'm at the age where I'm too tired to sing the same song [Verse 3: Aspects] Goddamn, it's a cold planet, I'm back at it But don't panic, it's a habit like a crack addict I'm that savage who's been at it, I did dirt Bodied everything before I start, that's what I did first These hoes strippin' see more bodies than a mortician So watch your step, play your part, play your position Random missions, sleepin' with the fishes bitches This shit can get vicious when you cookin' with them dishes Whip the pot, get the block, then you chop what you got Do the rock, get the guap, fuck the cops and call the shots Fire shots to oppositions just to let em know It's what it is and how we rollin' out, we followin' code Ready to unload, anytime my finger's on a button And I don't get mad, fucker, I get to cuttin' Get to steppin cause I'm wreckin' with this method You ain't gotta like it like a weapon but you will respect it
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Credits
- Writers
- Plasma XL
- Swann
- Aspects