Soul Assassins - Classical (feat. Sick Jacken & Evidence) | Текст песни

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• Soul Assassins
• Classical (feat. Sick Jacken & Evidence)

[Verse 1]

I’m at the corner street pharmacy
Copping medication for my artistry
That shit opens up my mind honestly
My habit gotta have it, I just add it to economies
And black markets, spark it and leave behind the poverty
Mahogany armoury tucked cause it’s hard to be living in harmony
In streets that beef constantly
I’m just a no-name, no-game, but check how my flow bangs
The dope game, snow-wrapped lines like cocaine
There’s an old saying, the best and last
I haven’t came up yet so that just means that my descent ain’t fast
I got the hood on my back, put the block on the map
And rap, the street games did it before that
I do this shit to soundtrack them
Psychorealm harmonized with Mac 10’s
My music’s like the anthem for action
Classic material never goes out of fashion
Sick Jacken repping for the army of masked men, yeah

[Verse 2]

I was sane, my days became inanimate pain
Was once done for fun, now summer’s a cold game
Now runners have old mans, comers have warned me
This ain’t ? still lock the corners
The cameras shoot it, play your cards, I play you, choose it
I chose good life and good music
Night time do it, I rep for you and you
So CA true, it’s part 2, my son will renew it
I vow to never leave the earth without a statement first
Without worship, they’re saying it’s church
Without a purchase, they’re saying the words
Without verses I wouldn’t know you for whatever it’s worth
EV and Muggs live it up, brake lights never touch
Used to hit the red now it’s black moving up
Tax bracket like a racket slapping us up
Still rapping the crap shoot but hitting the bucks, E