Kwest Tha Madd Lad - Damn lyrics

I been away from hell too long, I think it's time I went home Ain't got no n***as or no weapons, steppin out on my own Now I missed curfew and sh**, the devil's gonna be pissed But there was much tempation up here that I couldn't resist I saw MC's who rhymed about guns, they had none, so I bucked em Girls who gave they a** to anybody, so I f**ed em Stick-up kids vickin mulies and blacks, so I stuck them And white girls on that feel-attraction sh**, had to duck them Caught crossed by tellin truth, cause sh** is real where I come from You're playin a hum-drum, catch a chest full of dum-dums Practice makes perf', that's why before my firey rebirth When I was house-burnt, I yearned to be the illest kid on earth Some dumb young whipper-snappers thought they could whip a rapper In sk** as ill as I, so I was forced to rip them ba*tards Found out with certain chemicals folks forget how to act So there and I created h**n, c**aine and crack Made some women high for dick, named em nymphos and hoes Made brothers who didn't give a f**, n***as are what I call those But I guess of all the sh** I did foul and improper Shoulda made some sh** to get rid off all the hip-hoppers And cops who were corrupt to the core, I grant free Somethin that's not for goverment from takin hard on me I had thought up some sh** that makes you all: KKK got slayed But it f**ed up and backfired, that's why you all got AIDS (Damn) I made a deal with Lucifer way back to a**ure my sh** is fat And in return i gave him all the bodies hell can pack But somewhere down the line i got trifle He wanted the big deal, but non-cipher n***a gave me a**ault rifle A deal's a deal, so muthaf** how you feel now Just keep my sh** real, I'll keep blastin with the steel, pal You said I'm not your pal, I said you don't wanna be a enemy Remember, God was such a friend of me, he created 10 of me Me and my sons was up in heaven causin rukus f**in with them halo-havin-s**ers Till he got fed and said f** us Threw me on earth, and I recruited troops for unholy capers Murderers, thieves and child-rapists, smokin cess in bible papers Spreadin seeds throughout your sector, infectin mad heffas k**in your first-born son, drinkin blood like fruit nectar Upside down flame and crosses tatooed right on the chest Never stress drama, cause we absorbe bullets, f** a vest Cuttin off the preachers' ears, so they can't hear but only see When I f** they daughter then wash my dick in holy water Pure evil is my sh**, kid, whatever got broke was fixed quick Look close at my dome, and peep the mad triple sixes Smoke a bit of that crack sh**, brainiacs in backflips Walk around like on some old pullin-your-heart-out-through-your-back-sh** Go to your funeral, kneel over your casket, cryin 'blesseth' Before 'he all you gaveth' smoke your essence with my cess b**h (Damn) (From hell) I smokes mad ism, but keep my thoughts clear, I never let a cloud appear I know what KRS was on when he made Outta Here Things can come and go like a freaky 4-11 ho One day you the muthaf**a, yo, tomorrow no dough I ain't tryin to cross over, I stays on the street track And if I do, I raise enough hell to make em push me back Born, raised and f**ed up in the ghetto Far from the gra** of meadows Just a puppet with strings like Jepetto's Pinocchio And I love the f**in streets, cause they show me, no Matter how high I hung, never let the a ho trip you, yo I learned sh** could be bitter or sweet like a cup of coffee So I made a shank from my spoon and cut them f**in strings off me Walk the line between good and bad, no net below me, no one to show me Where to go, gee, while the winds of change try to blow me Into one of another, but I be a determinded smart brother And held on, now I got some both in me, you muthaf**aaaaa...!