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Sol Zalez
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Brainstorm Live: Stand Clear
Artist's Viewpoint：Anti-Gun song made to sound like it's not...Let's trick gangsters into bumping positivity
verse 1:
The inner citys governed by the gun tote
A clip of representatives many for show but some smoke
Stay all greased up or become chokes
Reacting like cats that clap closely to stun folks
Blame the goons handling the glocks
Why you soon put up balloons and candles on your block
Honoring late soldiers that ate boulders
Gats are case closers nickel plated street sweepers will face mould you
Get wet up at wakes or alters marrying chicks
Its a sick scene watching parents burying kids
(Shiiiittt)..... Come in the hood and experience your body getting dragged out that S series Benzo
No questions you can get killed smoothly
They'll hit your shirt up make it look like you spilled Koolaid
A little dude with a tool will double what your crew made
Better watch your loose tongue before its too late
chorus:
Stand Clear, Watch where you walk
Clones pose perfectly but don't talk the way we talk
Hip-Hop's knocking throughout your court
Fuck anyone who rather free download than support (2x)
verse 2:
Its real talk love you as much as muslims feel pork
Its that Newark all city pop off your steal corks
The field taught me every and anything that I be
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Those eyes on me lost focus on who's riding shotty
And that's when a body drops jets off and party stops
Wild style like C&C soda mixed with Bacardi shots
Left hot rocks massaging beside your heart and rib
Many caught a bid turning geniuses to retarded kids
Crooked cops letting off things Fearing their lives
Unlike the realest ones tatting tears near their eyes
Ride or die bitches leave you with 45 stitches
Get sent to northern state and be the one to send you fly pictures
The illest thugs fire quicker at their enemies
ICU needing better learn from your penalties
get regulated every second it can end your stees
Three pounds carrying a mass of felonies
chorus:
verse 3:
Y'all know who the fella Sean Bell is right?
Before they embellish what they tell us bout the hellish night
They changing history purposely repel us like
A mosquitoes bite when they're the overzealous types
They'll hate to see an intelligent revolt
Halting their incorporated assaults Popes and twisted cults
This pistol life seems somehow to stick around
Like they want us to kill ourselves down and move in where none are found
Stand up and declare your independence Cherish it cause many are out to end this
Calico hot rocks one could make the crowd erupt
Now we're corrupted by the power of the gun powder trucks
My lines deep in style like a router-ed cut
Touching hard rocks to coward fucks who's every hour stuck
Inside a formatted plain on cruise control planes or had it
And before you lose your Soul change your habits
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