Masada
2000
[ verse 1 ]
My .44 calicol will silence y’all soulsmasada
The ghost of the most prolific writer
Upon my death bed in roast in fire
See my most desires
Smell the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up
Hear the voices of 100 choirs
And angels looking down at my body attached to wires
Priest kissed by the widow spider that spit saliva
I write for lifers and boxers at rikers
I write pain
Blue ink replaced the blood in my veins
Thug in this gameflooded up rings
Cluttered up changequick to pop a slug in your brain
If you a killerthen slugs we exchange
We like the mobstersbullet shells and choppers
Cop cars and road blockersthey tryin to knock us
Catch us duck behind the bitchesd’s tryin to pop us
On cbs news while the world watch us
[ chorus ]
I do this shit for my thugs
I do this shit for the chicks at the club
I do this shit for the niggas that I love
I do this shit for the streetscause a nigga gotta eatluv (2x)
[ verse 2 ]
I write theories that’s motion picturesy’all hear me?
I spit it clearly to roast y’all niggasfeel me?
Gangsterlife of a don my icon
Sling on my right armrubber grip tight in my left arm
Body suited with teflonit’s brooknam
Raise a eyebrow at the childrespectfully bow
Pay hommagegold studs in my garment
Hot slugs miss me cause I’m god-sent
If it hit meit’s god’s wish
No man taketh a lifeI’m late in the night
Catch me in the hood shakin the dice
Contemplatin a heist
Some say my team is satan’s alike
Cartelpop shells till our heart fails
Brooknama.k.a. roswell
Clappin at the spaceship
Bitches with fake tits
At nightclubs
We live the life of a true thug
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[ verse 3 ]
I feel a holy spirit comin on me
My lifestyle: based on a true story
Read the credits: name appears alphabetic
On clear film with no edits
Masada bleedin in the hands of medics
PriestI live it epic
Spoke on recordsmajestic
Physique: I stand six feet
Observe my posturemy click’s deep
Director’s editionjust listen
The words breathe on my sheetI write a novel
Speak on behalf of every slain apostle
My slang’s hostilesay my name as gospel
Masadapop 2 through the confession booth
Don’t say nothinpull my weapon and shoot
Bullets wettin their suits
Herut’s lady put death in my shoes
Cats die violent in warsilence the .4
The fall slow motionseen the silent applause
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