I'm just gonna hear it, this music gets me sick as hell/ no mercy for the loosers, begin to pray to make something well/ much crap on this lyrics, so easily you can judge and make it boost it, this rap can make me iller, with no peace on the streets you get your 9mm by making it blast in the banks.../ but homie, you have to hear this tip/ you're gotta stop this violence and maybe switch your will/ this weed is making you lazy at the days and maybe crazy for a bit, no more secure ways to create something better, why don't you pray the Sir?/ That would seems useless, but it can change you from the deep/ if i got something to draw, a graffity made of red granades/ this war is getting me out of mind, this not a rap parade/ many flying bullets on those verses, do you have your ak-47, are you gonna aim my feelings and kill me you sick rebel? do you wanna stay close to this degradation? just keep doin' that! no one's stoppin you, from the inside you can upgrade yourself. is better you move out, leavig that green things by doing your best for this weak humanity/ while i'm blasting this mic dude by keeping it underflow/ no more press by those enemies, see my next mouve, i think i will cut this rope/ #hiphop #song