D'Eon - Aurophobia pt. II lyrics

[Verse 1: Deon] Author of new beginnings The land of the living And carbon hearts for the menace And pray to the savior to k** him Or maybe savior had sent him Or maybe Satan had sent him Still it's black to the socks make it look like we're twinning And they'll catch a fade for a n***a Dormitory ain't no place for a n***a Nae swear I hate her, I don't hate I'm just distant These hearts sharp enough to cut the fade off a n***a No state n***a, Play fade with him Reminiscing on the days in that May PlayPlace him an Emmit Just last year I used to fake on the swisher Now I roll o's just to face out my feelings Face after face till my face gone Mace like a matte black angel and napalm Tape after tape, los(t) angel(es) stay strong Swear it ain't no fade if it ain't yall... Swear they so plain (plane) they could take off Swear my n***a Dre caught fade when they sprayed off Bullet to his face took his chain his jays off To the f** n***a that pulled the trigger, better pray God Better pray God that we never meet face yall Pray for the weak, pray Dre getting paid off Better pray the needle don't bang when I lace off And this is carbon n***a yall got the base wrong [Hook] [Verse 2] Loose lips sink ships around here Boost swift sprints don't drift around here Couple showboats don't float around Couple old hoes don't go around here That's a no no, with the snow rolling o's though Used to not smoke, now we all blow Used to not toke, now it's all go Talking about 100? we ain't used to getting money, we were all poor We were broke n***as in the back of the cla**room Me and Leek spitting raps in the bathroom Now it's me and Freak doing laps around these ba*tards Back in Waldorf where them n***as rep Cash Rules Remember 2-5 gangs in the back rooms I grew up in Cap Heights, 58th avenue Right next to J street, a block from the capital 3rd street where Tae died, bricks to get the cash moved But I never pitch berg, I'm more of a math dude I'm more of a wordsmith, spit and make your back move They were brick after brick after curfew I was book after book my school work due It was hook after hook after book out the look after loop after suits like a church do Now it's verse after verse, filling hearses put in work until I build up inertia to murk you