Peace
Here to explain to you 25 to life
It`s not no criminal shit
But then again it is
It`s some lyrical shit
From the abyss
[ VERSE 1: Saafir ]
What else am I to do, I`m not seein no more
Revenue, I try to detach myself from life
So catastrophies never grace my path
I couldn`t never play (what?) the part, so I started
With heartmarkers never mark me
I never crossed the Parker`s Brothers path
The absent minded applicant denied
See, these rhymes are designed to stretch the skin
Anticipation of the Junction
Jerkin your ass into a ??? worker answer to fly by night
Vision emulates precision
A trait for greatness related to liquidation of the character
When animation consumes your whole conversation like vapor
I`ma mangle that ass like a acre, I`m a get-paider
You`re on my land, my ancestor`s mindstate
Make platinum in the ears of a large resident
I be in charge of the canibal`s canabis
Where hot shit, ain`t no fannin this, when I write it`s 25 to life
(For every rhyme I write it`s 25 to life) --> Havoc
[ Saafir ]
25 to life
It`s a mindstate, straight up and down
Stay hard
In your foundation keep mobbin
Youknowmsayin?
Don`t slip like these gased at paid niggas
[ VERSE 2: Mahasin ]
I get a strike every time I touch the mic
Marks got a bounty on my head from scripts read
Mahasin lyric assassin leave yo ass for dead
You have no stamina, amateur
And don`t know my caliber
I make the party say ho at the show
From the verbal calico with nuff ammo
Quick to clown these tricks and these broads
Cause they rhymes ain`t hard
Wack MC walk away scarred
Cause they didn`t know what they was in fo`
Didn`t have the proper info
I`m an underground soldier savage on the rhyme
And I`m goin for mine, can`t knock it
Dare not try to stop it
Can`t get with the sick shit that I spit
I ain`t yo punk bitch
You have no stash, so how can you profit?
Rob you of your props, run, get the cops
But I`ll disappear into thin air
Make your life a misdemeanor
Know what I mean, huh?
Crime scene clean smooth getaway
[ Saafir ]
Youknowmsayin?
Non-detectable
Can`t be seen
But we the usual suspectuals
Yaknawmsayin?
You can find us
All you gotta do is look baby
Peep
[ VERSE 3: Saafir ]
Mentally I`m here, Saafir is focused like Minolta
Yoko Ono couldn`t sow no linen like this
I`m on the john shittin these writtens
Lickin my fingers like a banker
Swingin it like a shanker
Paint a picture like a Van Gogh
Flow faster than a locomotive
I bounced a hoe as sho` as holdin my balls like boulders
Bustin shots through the holster
A quarter century
To life means describin the lyrical pimp in me (bitch)
When I write for the likes of criminals at night
Striking through the night for life
Junction riders
Puttin it down
H.J.`s
Deflectin these hate rays
Knowmsayin?
From `98 to whatever
That`s how it goes down
West Oakland solider
Biatch
