Album Name : Favela Tres
Release Date : 2014-07-16
Song Duration : 4:02
Conejo Stormy Thursday
Got ah legion to the street, where the treacherous vivid
Ah hypnotic crew, that's the way that I'm living
The mind travel, I don't need no prove
Ah tune of terror, spring play the truth
And it's chilling, the upside of fear
I'm the last man standing, ruth pours no tears
Hell in session, the belly of the beast
On ah midnight express with ah first class seat
That's ah ride, with the deadly drifter
Ese no remorse, unextortion inflictor
Where you at, that's your burial ground
My revenge, is so profound
Tough corner, the deluxe edition
Ah broker dreams, that's encrypt with mission
Off the record, I'm ah hit man gambler
And that could tell you something about my case debater
Ah Stormy Thursday you could die the worse way
Got the boom box playing new shit from Cold play
I'm cold man, and I payed my due's
So this pound right here is for personal use
I made the news, on ah Stormy Thursday
Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play
So no way, you could enter the dead end
If you ain't from the hache then your bound to get it
It got me walking, the twilight path
Ah nocturnal killer, that's build to last
This ah thriller, on the horizon
Gats all around when I summence the violence
Convicted, the tiny radical crimey
It's ah right of passage, send the wolfs to find me
Million bullets, from the butcher shop
The march of death, it just don't stop
They want some justice, for ah browm ass quiff
Cus everything I flow sound good with the beat
This are the memoirs, of an anarchist
I gotta keep it real, I was timing this
Aggression, got me gripping the Uzi
Taking ah risk, ah pirhana jacuzzi
Let it slow, ah cocaine explosion
I've been chasing dragons homie that's my compulsion
Ah Stormy Thursday you could die the worst way
Got the boom box playing new shit from Cold play
I'm cold man, and I payed my due's
So this pound right here is for personal use
I made the news, On ah Stormy Thursday
Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play
So no way, you could enter the dead end
If you ain't from the hache then your bound to get it
I woke up, on ah rainy morning
In the studio all night, new album recording
It was concerning, events on my life
Shit about this wars in my spiritual life
I called up, for ah pound of smoke
I met 'im in the bar, like ah tiny lok
I check the product, I took ah whiff
It'll put you on the edge, push your ass off the cliff
I was followed, as I was getting my dough
The f..cking under covers wanna end my song
I'm toe to toe, with all my foe's
Shout out to cartoon, down aske road
Ese back to decision as I listen to tracks
Rolling up some blunts from my indica sack
They gave more, ah West Coast recession
Weak ass case I was out three seconds
Ah Stormy Thursday you could die the worst way
Got the boom box playing new shit from Cold play
I'm cold man, and I payed my due's
So this pound right here is for personal use
I made the news, on ah Stormy Thursday
Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play
So no way, you could enter the dead end
If you ain't from the hache then your bound to get it