Edgar the Beatmaker - DEATH WHISTLES lyrics

[Verse] Started out tryna make a truce Ended up back in mine off a 80, proof But running wild got you thinking you could solve it We could really use some time Just to recollect and find out a thing or two Check the weather, never mind I ain't in the mood Eyes settled on the prize b**h, I'm in the loop Strip vinyl, spliff fired up, I get to choose Which titles my rivals could win or lose Parachuting through the fall, I wish for summer off Spring fitted for the dark, n***a in the long-sleeve Driftin' through it all, n***as know n***as know not to hit me, I don't get too many calls This city sh** go, pity how a piggy did you dog That's why swampman living in the bog, feeling like a tsar Off-brand n***as on the spittle getting charred Swear you can hear d**h whistle from afar When the wind blow, feds want your info Streets full of sink holes, sheets full of nymphos Brains like a baseball, legs like some pencils Head for the hills, cause I'm on your heels Like a bloodhound trained to your scent Show face when I get dough, my face in the sh** Two cards, blackjack, both ace's, it's lit Cold case on the mess that I made thugging No trace of me since, I sin, no place to repent Close game but we win, motherf**er Closed game, cold game