Shadow ft. Lavender Lyrics

(Murda)

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The one hidin' out, posing shame

That's a lot of rage

We flood fire

Outwear gear worn indoor

Willingly hands floor

Wood plowin' a few more doors

Fingers don't slow by the whole

Roll, run it by decimal

Test shows while tentacles all got a hold

Suction down my toes

Eventually cast away the delicate stoner

Back to the lunar

Walkin' down shooter

Zune on my hip

Think that I bounce? Curve a whole ounce

Illest that I know

Flossin' the right code

This here Is psycho

Gettin' it's vital

Follow a shadow (But..)

Back to Revival (Murda)

But I chug down liquor 'til my teeth feel white

I'm flyer than a Benz in the deep of the night

I'm a nightmare, can't pretend

Y'all don't equal light

Matter fact, y'all don't equal shit

Give a batter chain reaction

When my brain is out of fashion

Like a rag, I tag in action

This a plain and fatal 'traction

When you're runnin' outta traction

Start to slippin' in your matches

Get to sleepin' on your mattress

Used to fuckin' with an actress

And I see you outta practice

Say you deeper than Atlantis

Why I see you askin' Alice

See you praying like a mantis

I'm a have to give you malice

I'm a bash you with this mallet

'Til you scream that I'm the foulest

Ain't no fuckin' wit no fallacies (Murder)

Try to give me more then I'm a catch you in the alleyways

I really don't care where you came from

That way, I only wonder where you're going

And I wonder if it's pourin'

You can't play wit' me, I'm foreign

I'm a stupid little boy and I think I really need a toy and they gon' rip you up wit' joy

And I'm a see you in the mornin'

They gon' speak on all their mourning

I'm a leave 'em where they goin'

They ain't stupid if they hoin'

Lest they ready, steady growin'

They ain't catchin' like they throwin'

They a Godzilla, grown

And they a face eatin' drone

They gon' spy on what you own until they take it for their own

You gon' sit and let em go? Or you gon' stand and say, "no!"

Cause its tired of the show

Bitch is tired of the hoes

They want it runnin' down their nose

They ain't comin' down the rows yet

Shout's to the gold, it's the one that's unnoticed

You know that you the boldest

Burnin' down the whole set

Catch you with the focus

Miss you with the bullshit

Now you in your two-step (Murda)

Love the way you do it

And they wonder why it's slowed down

Till they on the fences

Want to see it teared down

Guess they on the 'ffenses

Love to see it go down

Infiltrate apprentice

Replicate the trenches

Emulate possession

Manipulate consensus

Till they at concessions

Buyin' every thing you mention

And I swear, "in what dimension am I?"

Kicked out of class and sent to detention

Left on the road like a dog with no past

I'm a make my own path

I'm a straight go back to the face with a mask

Like a base when I bask

That a plank or a plaque

Is it great or is it bad

Murda murder murda mixer tang

The one hidin' out, posing shame

That's a lot of rage

We flood fire

Outwear gear worn indoor (Murda)

Willingly hands floor

Wood plowin' a few more doors

Fingers don't slow by the whole

Roll, run it by decimal

Test shows while tentacles all got a hold

Suction down my toes

Eventually cast away the delicate stoner

Back to the lunar

Walking down shooter

Zune on my hip

Think that I bounce? Curve a whole ounce

Illest that I know

Flossin' the right code

This here Is psycho

Gettin' it's vital

Follow a shadow

Back to Revival

(Murda)