Rorschach ft. Nun-Chuck Lyrics

Chain dangle in her face

Now I got her hypnotized

Love the way she keep it real

I'm tranced what's in between her thighs

Wild West cowboy

I aim it from the hip

Then fire

Tweaker stuff the crystal ball

Then melt the crystal

With the light

Was serving fiends palm to palm

Now bitches shaking pom poms

They wanna make a rom com

So I tell em what they want

Leaving after midnight

'fore sunset back in Littlerock

Chop it up with my boys

They gambling

And lickin' shots

Keep my mind off the court cases

I rather stay distracted by the money and the next stages

Keep my mind off the newest angels

Keep a nine in the Dickies jacket

Eight ball for the necrophages

The bass in my voice make your spoiler shake

Nun-Chuck

He the nigga with the money to make

Alot of niggas sit in rooms

And they aura just fake

Get yo dough

It may be slow

Just do it at yo pace

Nun-Chuck killing hella niggas

Chucking bombs at your face

Disintegrate you with a snap

Not leaving much of a trace

Disrespect 5th Circle

Get put in your place

Money fiend

I need the blues

But this ain't no race

That gold beam shinin' when I click

Open the case

Pulp Fiction how she smear

That white girl on her face

That Mazda three is what I'm pushin

When I need a escape

Hit the button

Wing lifted

Leave the keys in the bay

Big dog

I show my teeth

With diamond coated fangs

I'm everything and everywhere

With the pinky rings

Shut the fuck up bitch

And take this dick to the brain

It's Nun-Chuck

Man you niggas is lame

Bitch ass nigga

Pain painted on my face

Clenching on my jaw

Don't see red

My vision clear

In my right mind

I see it all

Never banged a color

Gameboy Color

Pencil in my palms

Only way to ease my mind

From these brushes with the law

But my back hit the wall

And it cornered me and moms

We had

Junkies stealing from us

We had rats inside the walls

Plus she couldn't kick her habit

Every now and then withdrawals

She got high inside her closet

Or smoked dope inside the car

Uncle high on his emotions

So her airways got cutoff

My clothes were torn n faded

Couldn't afford the local mall

12th grade

Brother in 8th

We shared our boxers, shirts, and socks

Feeding our peoples habits

Just last year a few died hard

Excuse me if my mind is broke

It isn't like kaleidoscopes

It's a Rorschach

From the life that my fam had chose

Unfamiliar with the love

Unfamiliar feelings when I'm told

The addicts in my blood

Know the ins and outs of selling dope

Every fights been uphill

Every now and then

Slip on the slope

They say they're giving hands

But they really handing me a rope

My father been long gone

Can only do so much on telephones

Lil boy is lost

Can you blame him for which way he goes

Each generation gone

A new one left behind inside the circle

Never seen a heaven

We take uppers when we down low

Living here is as good as dying

Can you even call it so

Maybe making out alive

Was never even possible