Fear
Исполнитель: Tommy Gunn
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Verse 1:<br>Sunny southern Cali <br>Where bitches are apart of nigga found dead in alleys<br>Buttnaked with the brain stain <br>From the bullet bleed all a cousin creed<br>2 G`s and a pound of weed (the bad seed)<br>That`s my mindstate I ate cause my tape causes ear drum rapes<br>Rainy days wake my mind to a haze that ease the craze<br>I break a sack and blaze, headrush, rush by cause the weeds will be giving<br>you a whiff of the fifth that I`m sippin`<br>Straight rain now making me fowl let`s bow <br>I`ll flow a fool like Nile and follow a fool into exile<br>Fear, the fowl lifer eye of the sniper <br>Playin` pussy time to pay the piper<br>Now stay out the shadows my mind rattles <br>Cause of tention bring back reminishion to my system<br>A prism of realism, keeping me trapped<br>Fat doobies to the dome yo make you death<br>Slapped in the face by the fear of my enemies<br>On a life and death mission I can soak Hennessy <br>Fuck fear<br><br>Hook:<br>Erick Sermon:<br>We got it coming over here y`all.<br>Spot locked down y`all uh (x2)<br><br>Tommy Gunn:<br>Fear, fear got you paniced<br>You`re fearin` fear but I`m takin` fear for granted (x2)<br><br>Verse 2:<br>Upstate, devil hated, virgin breakage<br>They played up cool with that mule and the 40 acres<br>They`ll never take us again my minds equiped <br>While Cali got me trippin` on some Nino Brown type shit<br>Coco rocks and weed spots balck techs and glocks<br>C-no lots able me to take herb hits like an oc, paradoxs <br>I murder tight rhymes cause of the rhythm bends in my brain<br>Bionical vision, I beat down basslines cause sometimes<br>I got shit danceing in my down about hardtimes<br>I bards mine with the 9 nino ross, run a wrong get tossed<br>That`s the cost, kids lost, catcht up my styles maturing <br>His ego movin` poisonous paragraphs seem to be alluring<br>Straight Hen no chaser brain eraser<br>By the time you catch the next chorus I hope my lyrics mase ya<br><br>Hook<br><br>Verse 3:<br>Much props, like Michael Jordon hops, giving zero ops<br>On the mics I gots, dommme shots, my shit rocks<br>And it`s so fuckin` demented it rots when niggas jock<br>Ringin` the other rhymer knot like pinchin` pot<br>Issueing the enemy staright mops<br><br>Hook<br><br>I know a gang of jeal niggas and enemys<br>So to ease my mind I sip straight hennessy (x2)<br><br>Outro:<br>To all my niggas in Los Angeles "Rock rock on" - Redman<br>Blaze on. To Big Ledge and Low. Blaze on.