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Lions of the Desert
Stop It
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Stop It è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 2004 da CommonWealth Records come parte dell'album Lions of the Desert
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AlbumLions of the Desert
Data di uscita1 gennaio 2004
EtichettaCommonWealth Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM86

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Come on stop it, your lifestyle is illogic
Illogical, savage, it's psychotic
Sell your soul for money slinging them narcotics
In the prison they got us, in the prison they got us
If I die right now, I guess I'd be happy
Surprised I lived this long, stand strong in this world of weaklings
They used to see me on the block frequent
Or reason in the precinct kid
Two consecutive bids gave me time to think
I used to hustle, kept fire water to guzzle
A Rottweiler with no muzzle
Rocking the gold phoenix, controlled substance
My main corruption, me and my famo
Used to travel the block with Glocks and lots of ammo
I used to rock lots of camo
But now I look back and realize I was an ignorant cat
Would've went to hell fire if I died like that
I derailed, got on the right track
The Franklin Correctional I had a flashback
Gem stars, flat heads and ice picks
No gats, strictly hand to hand combat
That's how it is, gotta handle your biz
That's how the savages live
Come on stop it, your lifestyle is illogic
Illogical, savage, it's psychotic
Sell your soul for money slinging them narcotics
In the prison they got us, in the prison they got us
Mentally, physically, spiritually
Mentally, physically, spiritually
Mentally, physically, spiritually
Mentally, physically, spiritually
Back then it was the razor blades
Fatigue coats, bags of Everglades
I'm like a phantom on blocks dodging police raids
Those days, no shame, we lived grizzly
Hard to function in the club, state of mind dizzy
Sinister thoughts, my man's lip burnt, it's risky
Every hour was a chance playing Russian roulette
Copping boxes up in Dix filled with sixty bullets
Now it's the opposite of ten, true I'll never forget
When the smoke clears full of regrets
Trapped in the cage net so I gotta protect
What I stand for, this time the man's more
Plenty of plans galore
N-O-V-A, many stash cracks in hallways
When the gun sprays men move back and make way
I rock a skin fade, only seen for brief moments
It's preordained how my life was chosen
Precise actions kept me out the precinct
Legend allegiance to the flag never
Only Allah forever seen with different AV levers
The block's hot I really need a sweater
But at night I play positions like a satellite
And spit from the windpipe
This life is like the poltergeist
Come on stop it, your lifestyle is illogic
Illogical, savage, it's psychotic
Sell your soul for money slinging them narcotics
In the prison they got us, in the prison they got us
Mentally, physically, spiritually
Mentally, physically, spiritually
Mentally, physically, spiritually
Mentally, physically, spiritually
Until my body's worn and torn
My joints bent and prostrate
The biggest disgrace is to fall apostate
I face the first house of worship in Mecca
Your free will can have you imprisoned in hell forever
Decisions, his majesty created the sky with no pillars
My life's a parable for the thugs and drug dealers
It's terrible to be twenty-five to the life bidders
They built a new Sodom and Gomorrah in state prisons
It's like a horror for those who repent and seek forgiveness
The dark spot grows in the heart of a sinner's sinners
Possessing the power and vision
And my existence is the ultimate mission
Gates of paradise life, drinking the sweetest liquid
The Earth stretches 'cause some time in prison
Bloodshed spreads through days of mischief
It's like the Gog and Magog
I call it kryptonite, the flesh of the hog
Ninety-nine names praising the God
255 Sorapocara, we watch the news propaganda
Sneak wooden knives through the scanners
Different bandana colors
For more currency be the death of brothers
Open atrocities of faithful lovers
Spit over African drums
Yet it's still, it's still breath in my lungs
Ayo I seek refuge from the adversary of mankind
Kalo in the field far far better than men blind
Dumb and deaf, handicapped to the fullest extent
Diamonds, platinum and gold, they worshiping elements
I abolish they slavery thinking like Abe Lincoln
I'm simply simplistic or I'm complicated and complex
A reval literal, recluse hidden within my context
When I mic check, it's like a bomb threat
'Cause what's next? C4 blowing from my larynx
And I'm a live instrument like trumpets and clarinets
Trombones, accordions, audience captivated
Set 'em free, they held captive within a spiritual captivity
Who really departs dearly
When the evil deeds outweigh the good
And they never worship Allah sincerely
Come on stop it, your lifestyle is illogic
Illogical, savage, it's psychotic
Sell your soul for money slinging them narcotics
In the prison they got us, in the prison they got us
Mentally, physically, spiritually
Mentally, physically, spiritually
Mentally, physically, spiritually
Mentally, physically, spiritually
Written by: Norman Ascot, Tom Cunningham

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