The Lives Of Two Snitches [2verser] Verse1 Tip the feds whose place to investigate, decreasing the crime rate To avoid to catching up with my fate, I keep my mouth duck taped Now I’m paranoid like out burned narcs, building on war arks Fortified bulwarks, that would scare away the street monarchs I’m living in the dark, terrified, on the edge of destruction like an infarct I shouldn’t mess with the sharks; they smash u up as a trademark With blood stained teeth I still put up that grin, snitching for the win Chances of survival is slim, visions of the paramedics arrival is dim Rivals took one of my limbs, looks sick like fairytales by Grimms The final; a grenade without a pin, bombardment Berlin within’ Not as down to earth as I just to be, man I’m seriously ill Modern time zombie, wandering in the projects without freewill Broke lose and began an other feud, it’s about respect and gratitude Still delivering that slick attitude when sneaking down the avenue Picture my soon to come death in my head, getting pumped with led Decapitate, separate arms and legs, a dropkick with the head Too much hate, snitch funeral in a crate, diabolic, I’m dead Just like the prophet said, get dreaded or form a line and get shed Chorus Always ending up in a ditch when thrown out of casinos With my police protecting, I’ll never visit chino Dreams of changing my demise by force like Pacino And shedding more blood then in flicks by Tarantino Verse2 Possesses heroic flaws, I’m an antihero, snitching since year zero Always seen as a weirdo like Nero, who also had a Fear of Being betrayed like the Muslims was during the first crusade Weak minded, Rambo flicks to gain strength to move the blade Acting shady like thugs during raids, surprised my foes, as I showed up Just to get beat up, bruised and drowned in my own throw-ups Mob scarecrow, dragged me out and cocked back for a shot in the snow Moment of truth and bowed in silent prayer, waiting for the deathblow I was in heaven, but throwed of the plateau and sent back, plain solo Hopes sent by the divine, never been such anger since Columbine Just wanted be one of a kind, evolved to a psycho’s state of mind Red like a bloods bandana, shot in the back, halfway to my firearms That surprised look of Tony Montana, more shots coming in swarms On the floor, crawling thru the gore, reaching out for the door Wasn’t no cure, thugs delivered it hardcore, dropped offshore Wanted to go out with a roar, be on the team that made the scores Spirit departed, from a different perspective like eyes of a condor Torned and never mourned, don’t ignore this any more, this aint a lore ----- Don't sleep on this one. Tycker den blev riktigt fet. Postade andra versen för några veckor sedan men detta är alltså den förbättrade versionen med två verser. Skulle bli glad om ni kunde ge kritik på detta. Peace