Vintage Tux - VAPORS lyrics

[CRIMSON] C6 C6 C6 This for my brother NZO. Hometown heroes This that.. O-Town, super coo (SuCoo) John Q sh**/ south side, Meadow Woods by the Reddi, packed with a full clip/ lukeyy baybeh.. The nova know when the j**el drip/ watch when they outta pocket, the barrel type to remove zips/ or sh** it might zip em up, body bags in a bodied van, when the mouth they lift up/ prolly mad but the scallywag, sh** he don't give no f**s/ Midas.. Broke the bone when they stepped into it to spar with the finest/ bars heavy, adding the weights to the end/ that's prolly why I'm enforcer, game.. It's strong with the pen/ I see they vision like Charles, bark at em G.. I stay Gnarley fam/ when they go get the bottle.. Tell em make sure to bring couple xans/ I blacked out, the path is mapped out, plenty thug they coming to max out/ empty burners that hit every patch of mine, till I tap out/ but I'm rising up out the dirt, the biggest hill.. Man it don't mean a thing/ when a Phoenix is risen up to a king/ but I reap the pain.. Sip the remy watching the rain, while I ease the pang/ momma worried, pops feel the void of this drunken game/ generation cursed, but I try not to walk in shame/ granny give me word, but I'm tired lying names/ Try to trade my soul.. What would I exchange?/ ..partner said I've been trippin, since I side to the fame/ I can't help it, minutes wasted now on the minor / is very counter-productive.. So hate it, but you can't cut the wings/ only the real ones allowed.. heard some n***as who wanna bring the gat when I'm in town../ got a text from a slide, told me to slide.. But I pump the breaks on it/ city lights.. Glimmer enormous, we hit the Getty to feel important/ this time of night.. The 528 very slow/ I suggest, taking the back roads to it, to avoid any tolls/ burn a stoge with the windows tinted and rolled.. We pull up../ and hop out of it, all eyes watch, Miles down the road../ [ Intricate ] "9 is at the end of the scale for supreme math, but really, it's the beginning. 9 and the cypher go hand in hand with each other. And they go hand in hand because, in order for something to be born, something has to die" [CRIMSON] We been them.. Type of brothers upping the echelon../ we been them.. Type of brothers running the Renaissance/ we been them.. Type of n***as fiendin' for war/ b**h I'm really fine, if it is, with a problem, well.. Bring it on/ .. You see, when they see me silence suppress/ we don't trust n***as who talk to these like women, under duress/ we put in hours, the stripes on my back? Valid/ they turned us into a savage.. 6, watching em, dots plotted they pa**age/ no subliminal dawg talk to the face/ that you wanna face, afraid that the kid about to erase/ you believe the myth n***a.. A falsified dream.. That you with the sh**s n***a../ wasn't written in stars, nor in the hieroglyphs n***a../ they just a bunch of pussies, who fell kinda stiff n***a../ [CRIMSON] ...said nobody was bumping with him, they right.. What the f** is in him?/ the sky be above the riddim, I'm high what a lovely feeling/ Medicine sedative, reel the sentences, around the prism/ decide where they gonna pin him, surprise I'm above you chillin'/ my codeine dream, laced with any acid/ hypothalamus, hide my common sense to be conscious/ orgy with three of them fashionista, my fantasy back the feature/ feed in my vice, while she dripping something out her lower region/ I been peeped the science my n***a, never question (GAWD) when he stands right in front of you n***a/ see the leaves listen to me, I can steal the oxy from you make it harder for you to breathe/ put the contin (cotton) up in ya chest, make him overdose on the snow, when the feather blow, he deceive/ all the manliness for the bees and the birds, we be the curve, so these n***as bleed to the nerve/ make women drop to the sound of departed bodies piling on top of each other, see my sign so with da gutter/ we searching for something more.. But the beauty of darkness we forever explore/ till I thought about something crazy, the villains abhor/ what the yang has done to the yin, feel the drop of the storm/ trees waver to mourn/