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Scum by Black Milk

Random random push till they fall back
Grabbing the ball back, while I'm grabbin' the hard hat
Hard act to follow, we the hard pill to swallow
You copping that sh*t in an aspirin bottle
Random Axe smash the throttle, grew up with ice cold
Where niggas gamble with their life like a dice bowl
This ain't a light show, but you see the red and blue
Flashin' on the tittie screen, channel 7 news
Where those lil dudes reach for roogas
Neva surf the internet, neva own computers
You know the name, don't know the face, then he the mover
Whoeva's quietest in the room, then he the shooter
The old heads don't understand, askin' how come?
We don't think like ? Well, Malcolm was the outcome
Any means nece-ssary yeah, where I'm from
While I had pops, most grew up without one
All they had was drugs, where the street wars met walkin' out everyday
With trouble on yo doorstep
Sittin' on yo porch in the post
This the city limit where you see they have no remorse at
It's gone gone, outta the ?
Bang bang put it in the air
Bang bang, feel it ova here, ova there
Bang bang, don't nobody care what you had
(Verse 2: Random Axe)
We find Sean P on the tour and under the stress
f**k is on his mind?
Four fifth for yo face
And yo faculty f**k boys forfeit in yo face
sh*ttin' watchin' you sittin' on grapes
He payed, premeditated and murdered the aim
Achin' yo kimfolks, aka the ape in the window
A trafficking dindoe
A budwiser african king post
I'm doin' my damn thing
Them niggas claim king but ain't doin' a damn thing
That's my word to my moms
I neva heard nan' one of ya songs
'f**k outta here!'
And I don't dislike you
I disliked the dude that said I disliked you
Wrong kiss, wrong fist, b**ch, goodbye
Can't f**k with Pete, new fish to fry
Time like here, I wasn't playin'
This not for declaration
If they ain't there with me, they gotta come right
f**k what they hung with me or somethin'
(Verse 3: Random Axe)
Once again, it's Mr. I-Am-Not-Yo-Friend
From the city where it's commonly a tragic end
They mad again, squeezin' what they hold to leave a hole in you
Half ass niggas are half again
Mashin' it, American sh*t
Keep yo foreign cars
They still like they war and odds
They got help waitin'
Two pretty heaters
Named em both Dropper-Dead-Gorgeous and Breath-Takin'
You'd rather check Satan, inhale while he inhales power
Soft white, They put it down in the lab like ? white
Soft fights is what they give em
I'm talkin' workin' on they off nights
The bar's tight, they sendin' nears off on sight
Over night? The fairput cats on yo overbite
Sweetcats, I know yo life
Burbon cats, I know yo wife
Poet night, shake a house, no Poltergeist
Takin' flick and yo stolen nights
The clip's rollin' right
Paper chasin' with this door in sight
Takin' ten kingpins out
They ballin' stripes
Show you right where they buried Right and they smoked his pipe
It's medicin through a cobra's bite
I hold the mic with the real concern in the facts
Wait no more, return to the acts
Return fire
Earn a writer when I burn a squire
Self employed, a murder higher

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