"Korrupt World" as written by Samuel C. Lindley and Carl Terrell Mitchell....
hold on they're murderin' up if you gotta bust a cap then aim it up

if you religious praise it up if you gotta get high then blaze it up

for the ones that never gave it up take a champagne glass and raise it


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again it was the feelin when I saw his blood spillin

poppin' lip takin over his tip is why he had to kill him

now his body's in chalk and no longer can talk so then a life is lost

somebody tricked off and the killer is caught so now his life is cost

you might get caught so to make a move these motherfuckers are


on the best to try so when we slide so first bless the rest that died

is it a test of pride when inside you pull the trigger but you didn't

want to pull it

could it be a motherfucker on the other side of the bullet

should it matter naw, you figure Ima waste 'em just a murder for the


for some hemmed up, locked up, broke up for felonies and other overly

motherly abrasion

now in front of of me encased in a coffin is a body with people around

sad and froze

tears drop like rain but people didn't feel the pain till the casket


now the drastic shows and mother threw a frown even when the gunner

was found

'cause it seems like yesterday he was runnin around now he under the


'cause the gunner get down in these streets even though you pack a piece

for heat niggaz urgin' to bust

the game ain't the same so stay away from the curb if you out there

servin' them up and


hold on they're murderin up if you gotta bust a cap them aim it up

if you religious priase it up, if you gotta get high then blaze it up

for the ones who never gave it up take a Champagne glass and raise it


make a toast to yourself for survivin in a world that's so corrupt



again it was the feelin when I saw his blood pourin'

tragedy mess a man look in the mirror and then I see stud mournin'

as the streets erases others, it encase a brother

you had enough heart to waste this brother but can you face his mother

I was faced with other types of problems that had held me back

couldn't tell me jack now I'm gone in my own zone but you didn't have

to tell me that

so come trail me back to a time when a motherfucker had lost his will

to survive

me and my folks had to rob and steal for a meal he'd had to kill to


I remember when you had my back when the relative passed and my mother


when the house caught flames you collapsed in my arms when you heard

that your father died

I take drama in stride I don't have to go through a thang to get myself


see for yourself but the worst is gone so its on till the roamin' have

his shelter

but if they end up back on the streets again and I have to receive my


smoke weed at the wake so the pain and hate escapes to keep the kids


'cause you did straight if your seed succeed 'cause they keep learnin, and

keep growin up

right now survivin' in a place that's full of doubt and about to



visualize in invisible eyes how I individualize

critical cries of pitiful skies that rain pain upon the ghettoland

where the unforgettable dies

subliminal lies means no motherfucker never gon make it if he knew

people to keep it in check soon

womb to the tomb death is in the next room if a nigga don't realize

the k's infects doom

lets assume anotha brotha want to laugh at you I think he just coulda

blasted you

you inhabit you killed them now the trigga tried to kick it but his

niggaz comin after you

tellin you its strange of us be crazy steppin to a motherfucker that's


'cause its a gang of us throwin knuckles in a scuffle if we have two

thangs to bust

cocaine to us and my brains to dust I represent you up there so I try

as long as my enemy bust but soon to be crushed I don't really give a

fuck if I die so I lie

my people should be glad to survive in the land of the lost

its plan of the bos leavin motherfuckers dyin with their grandmothers

hand on the cross

so I take a stand when I talk, ran instead of walk to chalk up another


how you did the caper hid the paper breaking other niggaz off is a


with the chemicals and drugs all of these criminals and thugs just

keep comin' up

better watch yourself 'cause there ain't no love in the streets of a

world that's corrupt


Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned

"Korrupt World" as written by Samuel C. Lindley Carl Terrell Mitchell

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