O.B.S. - Swimming with the Sharks (Radio) lyrics

[Intro: Sample Quote from [?]] [?]: There are stories of love inspiring success over the most insurmountable of odds. This is not one of those stories [Verse 1: Jean Grae] Who got the d**h clutch with hands cold as ice gripping the steel knife? My nights spent drinking, holding on to bitter life It ain't worth it. My body's fragile on the surface My mind ready to exit this physical place My soul verses. Everything up on the planet worthless Sent to hell, watching flames coming from your churches Send all your nurses—my sickness inflicted from curses The antidote extracted from the lines within my verses Immortal burning, we light the L for higher learning And pour Bacardi out for all the n***as 'ready turned in Preaching devil sermon, gnawing. Concern is wrong Our fasting broke to make the year the holy Ramadan The m**m-born child that recited a cruel storm That spawned on 11/26, the break of dawn See, all songs are reckless. My words stand strong My life's short like the blasts from bombs in Lebanon Self-prophecy: my body claim divine property All scripted in the stars, mastered in astrology Can't change it—the ill-fated destined to fall No second-guessing or a question to all Laws of physics on the side of living and God the life giving But dead to slice you like a devil psyched upon the children Villainous ways ‘cause, these last days, n***as hold When I die, n***as pour the liquor for my crippled soul My body fall like a deck of cards, smash like A rented car, blacker than the hair of Pat Benatar Last show, n***as. I stand proud Kiss my moms for me, throw my ashes in the crowd [Verse 2: Pokaface] Yo, I'm ‘bout to sell my soul to the Devil for this Bricks out, rebellious, switch my name to a alias Spitting some of the craziest thoughts you ever seen Made demons see when the brain full of weed ‘Til they stopping my breath, it's d**h or it's prison Envision: I'm swimming in the blood of the system Brown Izm gave you manic depression and some wisdom By 2G, I might be a supersized victim ‘Cause I learned that I shall burn—too much sinning Henny got my head spinning, Ralph-Laurening Waiting for Satan. Until then, I stay bread-winning With thirty-seven-inch cables and Benz emblems My wounds, you can't mend ‘em ‘cause, for the vial I'm mortified, yo. Semi-autofy, yo With sixteen rounds to lift a n***a off of Four-hundred-sixteen pounds, prestigious sounds Wool pounds bred from the QU Forest Rip you to shred while your head singing the chorus More style for times than Portis. It's Pokaface Four-four on my waist, headed to my court case [Interlude 1: Sample Quote from Swimming with Sharks (1994)] Buddy Ackerman: Everyone lies. Good guys lose. And love... does not conquer all. So let's do this thing. Let's finish it [Verse 3: Pumpkinhead] Keep your Glock on co*k when you drop through my zone We spit hot rocks at cops, chopping their domes Conceal weapons—you never be spotting the chrome Sipping on Henny, rock with my n***a, Jerome In the crib's where I lay on a cold winter day With your wife naked in her socks sipping on Zay Got her legs spread eagle while I spit in them eggs Spit in them eggs, licking her face At the same time, I display rhymes uplifting my race I spit like a loaded Luger, cripple your waist I don't give a f**, so I act suspicious to jake On my block, sh** is hot like a trip to L.A Time's ticking away. I'm just living today Bag of choke, rum and coke, and it's twisting my brain No joke, we get low with a vision of pain The pain I sustain in the game will wrinkle your veins Simple and plain, I walk the long-distance terrain Soaked brown paper bag displays the night train sh**'ll never change ‘cause we're still living the same Step to me and my crew? You fricking insane? Position the flame, lifting your frame If you piss in my name, duck when I click and I aim O.B.S. be that clique dicking your dame Boogie-Night style with stripper sniffing the 'caine, hip to the game Make a cat sitting on fangs spread wings like a crane Take flight through the night, crack sake Sipping on planes, international until I vanish The baddest. Only God know my status [Verse 4: Krisis] I kept a grudge before y'all fake n***as became thugs Doing my thing before y'all n***as started selling d** It's bugged. Your own peeps'll try to get you clapped Smile in your face and snatch your shine when you turn your back It's real odd, so we don't even pray to God My front door is only leading to my backyard We live the life that make insane n***as snap Thugs be getting clapped with their brains in their lap Let's rewind the hands on time and reminisce When life wasn't nothing like this in ‘86 Before busting caps, you used to take it to the ‘byss Before weed smoke, it was mazzards and chew sticks Now we victimize, criticize. Look through a k**er's eyes And digitize, an*lyze how we slice pies We disguise stacks and bundles, make it legalized No cheesy pride rocking links. Hold your pieces high My piece is wild politicking, ain't no compromise We neck-deep for trying to wet our feet. We hold Heat with a gold streak and too advanced with it Poetically mastered and verbally transmitted Official cats. We went from hungry—could you picture that? Pressing luck. n***as is shook, so they vested up Mess with us, you live-wired like you testing stuff Who bless the cut? It's only right you invest a buck We kept the touch, laid back and untwined Look on the peace sign, the same fingers that'll hold a 9 [Outro: Sample Quote from [?]] [?]: Do it. Come on, do it now (*Gunshot*)