R.O. Double
Holdin My Balls Since 83
It seems that people gotta always be reminded of Pun. nikkas acting like he wasn't lyrically killing shyt during his short time in rap. I just wanna show some birthday appreciation for one of the nicest to ever spit in the mic.
"I'm locked and I'm trapped, in a giant cage
Tryin to savor these few dyin days
I have left, to the form of flesh;
should I lie in my grave
I'm tryin to persuade
my mind to try to be brave
And not givin death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid"
"'Til my last breath
I'll have death before dishonor
And welcome drama (yeah)
with open arms and a code of honor
My whole persona equals that of Gods
Definin' matters hard all before you even had a job
I'll stab and rob if I have to, fukk it I'll blast you
Tell the devil it was Pun, if he ask you
And let him know how we be deadin 'em, show him my emblem
The tombstone , the throne, every millennium
A child is born that can preform at a level beyond
The expected four minute thirty second song
We reign supreme, my team be all up in your dream
With the "kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guillotine
Executioner style, black suit and a smile
Who's next to get their neck hacked loose in the crowd
Move from the aisle, don't make me have to prove that I'm wild
Word to Cuban, my crew killers, y'all nikkas shoot in the clouds"
"I'm locked and I'm trapped, in a giant cage
Tryin to savor these few dyin days
I have left, to the form of flesh;
should I lie in my grave
I'm tryin to persuade
my mind to try to be brave
And not givin death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid"
"'Til my last breath
I'll have death before dishonor
And welcome drama (yeah)
with open arms and a code of honor
My whole persona equals that of Gods
Definin' matters hard all before you even had a job
I'll stab and rob if I have to, fukk it I'll blast you
Tell the devil it was Pun, if he ask you
And let him know how we be deadin 'em, show him my emblem
The tombstone , the throne, every millennium
A child is born that can preform at a level beyond
The expected four minute thirty second song
We reign supreme, my team be all up in your dream
With the "kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guillotine
Executioner style, black suit and a smile
Who's next to get their neck hacked loose in the crowd
Move from the aisle, don't make me have to prove that I'm wild
Word to Cuban, my crew killers, y'all nikkas shoot in the clouds"