CRYPTOGRAPHIK STREET POETS lyrics : "Poison Thoughts Featuring Benedict Hynniewta"
Let me start it off, coughin out the cold breeze//
Spitten hideous writtens while Im sippin yeah, she know me//
Im on some real %#@!, lovin how she hold me//
Props to the bot, here's a toast to you b//
Keep on takin shots like a fully loaded uzi//
An hour past, now Im feeling bit whoozy//
Talkin to myself like "Nobody can ruin me"//
Livin in a world where nobody can move me//
Verse 2 (Prophet)
Ngi donkam ban phuson ia ka rukom pyrkhat ki ba lah leit//
ba sngew iahap ne em ban khein pohjait ia man U Khrapei//
Kata kein, man U briew u don la ka jong ka lawei//
U don la ka jong ka thong, un hap ialeh ia ki jingma kein//
Balei?? ngi hap pyrkhat ba man uba dih hap pra beit//
Shaei?? ka jing pyrkhat jylliew jong ngi ka jah kein//
Jingpalat ka ma, hooid kata ka dei ban iaid beit//
la ha ka bam ka dih ne ha kaei kaei ruh ma beit//
Verse 3 (Prophet)
Nothin wrong with limits but I'was $#&@in with OD//
Mind is like a metronome, Im taking it slowly//
See the lies of life, no cell can hold me//
They wanna keep us in chains, with brains on morphine//
They wanna keep us afraid, create aids for ordeal//
apes to poor fiends/ hate the core beast//
Open up your eyes let your mind just flow free//
Like the first time that you find what booze means//
Before you reach a stage where you cant feel your wounds heal//
Verse 4 (Grey Jaw Ripper)
Now look it all started with a bottle of gin/
having a lil fun with a circle of frens/
"thats enough yo" said his concious within/
but he turned it off straight and said/
"this is my first time but am gonna outdrink ya'll"/
"to prove that i'm tough"while leaning on a brickwall/
'the $#&@ was he thinking, this dude can barely stand/
let's not blame it on drinking cause on the other hand/
he's too weak to take heed when his conciousness speaks/
now back to this dude when everything was over/
he got back to his senses but was a lil sober/
he got back to his feet, turned 360 degrees/
he found himself abandoned in the same corner of the street/
he couldnt believe what just happened, so he's enraged/
couldnt get no worse cause he's swallowed by hate/
It wasn't late yet but he followed the bait/
Verse 5 (Grey Jaw Ripper)
He never saw his frens again, but got his next bottle/
He kept walkin the same path as ten years followed/
Livin life without purpose like his body was hollowed/
One dime two dimes everyday he borrowed/
now he didnt have a job... was financially grim/
so he started robbin and stealing to get his next drink/
got locked for his actions, got time to think/
realized his mistakes, ended his story right then
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