Randam Luck - Prisoner | Текст песни

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• Randam Luck
• Prisoner

[Chorus]

?
You want to keep me here forever
I can’t escape
?

?
You want to keep me here forever
I can’t escape
?

[Verse 1]

In my lifetime I seen s**t nobody should see
Rolling through the hood with my crew the RLC
Yo we’re living with beef, that’s how it is on the streets
Competing for a place to shine while we rocking this beat
It’s been a long time coming, busy paying our dues
Refuse to give up on our dreams, ain’t no way we can lose
Busting dudes up in the mic booth, it’s lyrical rifle
Sniping you with my night scope from the top of the Eiffel
Suicidal like Cobain, I’m old school like Soul Train
Randam Luck standing up and taking on this whole game
With the force of Leonidas on the mic we spit the tightest
We the lions of this jungle preying on you like a virus
Paralyze your thought with violence, can’t escape from what I’m saying
Like you’re running from the sirens, now you’re on your knees and praying
Laying low not getting caught up in the drama of the industry
Brought up in the sin cold defending like we’re infantry

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

It’s f*****g militant rap puffing a stogie on the corner
With a pipe dream living it up, me and my cronies
On the block thinkin, twisting the el, the plot thickens
I’m spitting it real, blind to the fact that I’m still kicking
I’m the golden child, deliver the meat like a steakhouse
Deliver the beef, unfold you like bedsheets in a suite
I’m stressing s**t like asscheeks when hitting the seat
I got migraines longer than your criminal sheet
I’m f*****g sick of all this bullshit you hear in the streets
This m**********r spit a big game till you’re flashing the heat
What happened to the old days where you scrapped till you bleed?
Half of these MC’s around here couldn’t handle a piece
Claiming they’re beasts but couldn’t scare a kid in his sleep
You f*****g f*****s lost the meaning of riding the beat
I’m not a rapper, I’m the reason that hip hop is complete
So when you hear me spitting knowledge grab your pen and a seat yeah

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

That’s why I confiscate the evidence, escape from the residence
Murder m***********s with my microphone presence
Smoke a loosie then burn the loose leaf with a ?
And it’s a big session that’ll make your lips drip resin
Start rhyming long ago so I could start manifesting
Start rocking the vote, surely after 9/11
They claim n****s love us a lot like we’re made of watermelon
It’s a shame y’all can’t trust us like an old car engine
In religion y’all kill each other over another’s decision
If you’re Catholic, you’re Jewish, or you’re Christian
A Baptist or Muslim you still end up in a prison
On the level of the Devil cause they say that s**t is written
Everytime we grab the mic yo the life’s suicidal
Try to see my pockets filled with profits like a bible
I’m a bad influence, don’t run with me
I’mma count 1 2 and take your soul on 3, it’s Randam Luck

[Chorus]

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