#blacklungs&yellowtape

[crestfallen-infatuation]

I was 14, I was living in a trash port

Past on my mind, Mac-11 on my back boy

Killed him out front, dragged his body to the back porch

Bloody fingerprints on the sliding glass back door

For the scrap, watch me turn into a jack boy

Action 'fore I shoot, let me see if he can act, boy

Try to jack the skeleton, I turn you into ash, boy

Seven digit tours, let you -let you do the math, boy

35 acres, got my heart racin'

Live from the tomb, the underground's Undertaker

Every flow sacred, the 517's greatest

Lungs pitch black, how the fuck could I be racist?

Look into the night sky, baby I know

This ain't what you wanted, is it?

Lookin at the telephone like I don't know the number

But it's yours and I do

Look at the timeline of everything and tell me that I'm tripping

I get chance after chance, no more, my mind is different

Shifting every single which way, you went the quick way

I took the harder one to stomach, eight years I had to wait

Me and El against the world, at the time that's how I felt

Threw my ice up in the sky, started raining 'cause it melt

Now the belt up on my waist bring a tear to my face

We really fuckin did everything we ever said that we would

We really fuckin did everything we ever said that we would

(Cadaver)