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So Close

Album: UnReleased
By:
ParkerThaGhost

Duration

4:00

Genres

Hip-Hop

Lyrics

Intro: this is it, the end of imprisonment/ gotta fight for what you believe and i believe i'm tha [shhh]/ don't say it, don't gotta say it! you know it, quit playin!/ quit hoin, quit hatein! i'm so outta patience! i been waitin for my turn, now i'mma take it!/ i got what ya need if ya ask for it- on ya knees beg please like a crack whore-/ enter brains wit ease like Afghani trees -breed disease- japanese wit no mask on/ i'll smash doors inna fast porsche betta think hard or getta crash course/ bet i'm headed up like aliens- no greencard no passport/ Chorus: so close i can taste it smell it, so close that i think i feel it/ so close that its right in front of my face if i could just reach out and steal it/ one shot, its all you got- it's all you need when you scalding hot/ ballin or not: you talk a lot- better shut that shit like a toilet top/ yall never gonna take me out, bet yall really gonna hate me now/ forsake my sound but make no mistake yall never gonna break me down/ so close i can taste it smell it, so close that i think i feel it/ so close i swear i feel it, i feel it, i feel it, feel it V1: they sleepin while i'm creepin higher, my desire is to leave prior to my defeat so that means imma neva leave/ meet the sire - please admire- he conspires to speak fire even if he has to eat each of these lighters/ reachin higher my feet are wired to floor that means imma stand my ground against you greedy liars- oh yeah, he's a fighter/ survivor, try as you might, but you might end up another shit stain on a diaper/ little BUG stuck in the web of a spider smashed on tha windshield get the wiper/ swiper start swiping imma wipe clean tha rap regime- trust/ i don't mean to rush but i'm tired bein pushed and shoved around in tha back of tha bus- plus i could never muster/ up strength to back down- hush that noise like a mouse inna cat pound/ don't fuss dont pout don't doubt the abilities- hate to hate but your shine is killin me/ must be the real in me - or the ill in me - ya feelin me? if not hang tight like gorilla feet/ pop a pill or 3, relax imma be what i was built to be, until I D. - i. e. you gonna have to deal wit me -rare like chinchilla meat, who cares you can smell tha weed- feel tha beat, hell'll freeze and it'll be heaven on earth before I cease - sing to the melody [Chorus] V2: listen up, bout to fizzle up- is he? if he? don't he? won't he? hommie you could bet ya bottem buck!/ it takes 'lotta guts, breaks 'lotta nuts- equipped wit steal balls and if thats not enough/ jus ask where he from- bottom of tha boot- lake chuck so he cool wit tha kids from tha slums/ lead in ya guns? hope so cuz oh no here they come go head betta run! head for tha hills - yes it appears if ya lett'em in he'll take the game in less than a year/ mess with tha fierce and ya get tha bull wit tha big horns/ and tha bull dont play wit them fools at tha pig farm/ fuckin rodeo clowns couldnt dodge my shit storm.sit while I raise my temp feel it get warm in this bitch HOT like a kilo stay real low like lilo and stich/ fast pace, I'mma run till i'm done- last stretch of the last race- how it taste when my tape hit you in tha face? for once you aint gotta hate it or fake it, its great/ just face it, just say it, I deserve it- worked and i've earned it- my turn and its begun, servin hoes wit my serpent flow, i spit wit a split tongue/ come get some- am i a son of a gun or a son of a bitch? just pick one/ when is his run gonna be done? when i make it to the top like Fee Fi Fo Fum!/ and i'mma keep goin- keep flowin keep blowin up tha mic keep rollin up tha blunts tight!/ its like im inna gun fight wit a knife and a stunt bike - i cant win unless its done right! [Chorus]

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