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Silenced
Hip-Hop/Rap
Silenced è stato pubblicato il 18 luglio 2023 da Raw Dog Records come parte dell'album Silenced - Single
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Data di uscita18 luglio 2023
EtichettaRaw Dog Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM95

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JOSHUA DANIEL OKLEASKY
JOSHUA DANIEL OKLEASKY
Songwriter

Testi

I bought your spot, you stuck at the door Get the gasoline, pour it on the floor
Got the chopper flying in the dead of the night
They know I'm on point as they chase their flight Complex melodies off the charts
My world consists of damaged art As I fail and crawl, I don't deceive
This life is wrecked by the wealth we weave I gasp for air in a smoky room
In a couple seconds I'll be a module It's the wild, wild west down these L.A. streets
I can't see the winter go down in a feast Cops be puttin' like they know a G
I'll be bustin' cause I can't sleep a sleep Muddy behavior as you're stuck in a ditch
What happened to the stench? You gutted that wrench
In the pen, I land head first Hard, thinkin' bout times that I ran the yard
Pitchin' me willin' as I sell a dove Bust through the door, penetrate the club
The club is bumpin', it's a stash on deck Shippers on the pole gettin' homies a wreck
Silence on the block brings peace in my cell & the guards wrap a mop ready to rebel
Silence on the block brings peace in my cell silence on the block brings peace in my cell
Silence on the block silence on the block silence on the motherfuckin' block
Silence on the block brings peace in my cell silence on the block brings peace in my cell
Silence on the block silence on the block silence on the motherfuckin' block
Those cops be creepin' on the block
Creepin
Creepin' and crawlin' like little roaches
Coptic killers in effect
We're bustin' this shit up
Kickin' ass
Takin' their aims
Rolls cray in the watch, got my shot in the flash
Try to make a move, mother's green goes cash
This girl is shakin', the ghetto gonna stare
Coptic killers, I'm crazy and fed
The drugs on cash, the streets are dry
Cops be makin' perpetrate with a spy
Secret documents, the feds got me tapped
I never leave the crib without packin' a gag
Look through the people at the full end
He owes me more, but he can't cut the 10
He ain't a friend, he's a motherfuckin' fiend
Smokin' those cunts till he coughs up his spleen
Yeah I mean, my brain is insane
I played this game back in the day
As top ain't the way, I remain in this place
The blue gummy up, but a special case
The attitude I roll with's a nasty weapon
In the chamber you're stuck for the lethal injection
Crawl up your skin and join the team
We celebrate on win, sippin' the lean
The crime I commit is laced in blood
Here comes the river, ready to flood
Pushin' bodies out the door, onto the ground
Drive back to the crib, don't make a sound
Shoutouts on my block brings peace to my soul
Shoutouts on my block brings peace to my soul
Shoutouts on my block, shoutouts on my block
Shoutouts on my block, shoutouts on my block
Shoutouts on my block brings peace to my soul
Shoutouts on my block brings peace to my soul
Shoutouts on my block, shoutouts on my block
Shoutouts on my block, shoutouts on my block
Written by: JOSHUA DANIEL OKLEASKY
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