| Brotha Lynch Hung – Rest In Piss Lyrics | 1 year ago |
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It's E-B-K everyday all day to the day I die I'm creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10, AR 1-5 Rugga with a 12 gauge pump in the trunk and a black beany disguise That nigga that you can't see Glocks and locs over my eyes That's the anthem I used to hate rap with a passion All I heard was candy-ass crappers rappin about romance, dancin, bullshit from hammer And DJs yelling over songs like they were all that matters That all changed in about 4 minutes Sittin in the back of a lowered civic with a couple 12s rattling my dome and both intestines This is the first of Lynch that I got to listen I will admit I was straight up trippin Never heard lyrics so dark and different Turned me on even if I didn't fully get it All I knew was Brotha Lynch had a gift Spittin out shit so cold and sicc Murderous psychosis that gun down and slow cook infants But had a rhythm that holds attention Somehow got around being thrown into political suppression of music and show business (Yes, I know of X Raided and Lunasicc and the protests against Lynch, But never once did they get named, blamed or spoken against by the president... Or maybe they did and I'm an idiot? But I can't say the lyrics they made were ever the focus of national debate in USA homes and kitchens) To make a short story long, What I'm sayin is: Hands down, by far Brotha Lynch Hung is my favorite |
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