Ain't Going To Heaven When I Die

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I tell more rhymes than the stars in the sky I Ain't going heaven when I die I tell more rhymes than the stars in the sky I Ain't going heaven when I die (R-Son the Voice of Reason) Ain't his a me-damn shame these things mortals claim to do in my name Half of those responsible aren't taking the blame And the rest of y'all just wanna charge it to the game How many innocents are targets of your aim Get scarred and maimed and charred in the flames? Things that you try to call bizarre and insane Turns out to be just another part of the game When karma catches up and them boys finally shoot ya Ain't no paradise in your future San Pedro will play you like an A-hole You ain't getting through the gate bro, Nah, case closed You you being roosting on the pit Skewered over flames slowly turning on a spit Every lash of the whip is a gash getting ripped Leave him bleeding on the asphalt gasping for wind (Smif-n-Wessun) Death rides a horse, smoking' on a spliff in the apocalypse Smack Earth Fire out a motherfucker talking shit Got gangsters in back of me, Tek and Steele Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy I can't cry now, I done dirt for years used to think my prayers fell on deaf ears Big and Pac ain't here so I still don't know Do heaven got a ghetto and will I go Look at Mama's baby boys all grown up now Through with childish ways, so I put the toys down Left in death into a flight above the clouds Spreading my wings and I ain't never coming down (Rench) Cause in the bank of good deeds my account ran low I keep killing' motherfuckers every time I flow If they try to take my gun, I'ma take 'em out Putting' bodies on the floor is what I'm all about I tell more rhymes than the stars in the sky I Ain't going heaven when I die I Ain't going heaven when I die (Liquid) In the back drinking Jack shooting craps, spitting tacks Preaching heavens on earth, moving forward in reverse So much is cursed, the verse, the rep before the hearse the worst Swallowing the shine, lines crossed by mankind getting lost in moonshine runs Like huns with the guns that match the wheels In the Valleys below the hills, readers in a world where time kills (Tomasia) Rhyme sublime and it ain't pantomime I speak in words Cause I ain't a mime Voice musical just like a wind chime Gotta keep pressing on 'cause I'm running out of time Rewind: impossible in life Lord knows I had my fair share of stress and strife I did what I had to do just to get by Home it's not too late to go to heaven when I die (Atlas) Praying for better expecting to do worse Praying God forgive cause I'm expecting to do dirt Redemption eventual but the poverty urgent Not certain God exists but I'm certain of the punishment Must've done some real funny shit in my last life Gotta set it straight on the last night Before I get my last strikes, cause the devil's in my ass like double a's in a flashlight (Danjo) Ain't going to Heaven I'm going... Because the devil knows I never lived my life so well I know I done wrong, and I ain't got long I'll be done living before I'm done with this song My body is strong, but my soul is weak The afterlife it ain't a matter of physique I know where I'm gonna Go when I go, no love above I'll be down below (Nitty Scot, MC) Okay the devil came up, came up to Brooklyn, he was looking for a soul to steal Found me alive and then he gave me a ride and then he offer me the wicked deal So I shivered a tad I said I'm sorry to Dad I know he's upstairs looking type sad But I had to respond to that wanted ad and now a good girl gotta go bad (Al Camino) I'm dressed in all black like a hypochondriac, my rhymes are sick and it's the South, where you at? The South is where I'm at and I'm a man of many hats I don't give a fuck, rocking old school tats laid back played back at the flat Gangstagrass on blast Ask anybody, they'll reveal about my past Giving it hell, I'm fantastic Rap around the microphone bitch I'm going drastic (Tonez) Praise God and pray hard the paster takes me Fatherless father and the bastard raised me The devil comes hard and the master baits me All I wanted was a fam like the cast of Bradys What more can a ghetto child ask for? Distress has eight letters my life was the last four Knocking out songs but the booth has a glass jaw Still knocking on heaven's door! (Soul Khan) Yo, If you only good for something good for you to come You ain't really good for nothing, look at what you become Seeking for the key to the kingdom like the British type The rulers got ... middle finger for your rule of thumb One shot like the gun got nothing but a round up in the chamber Learn how to take it easy as the hours of a banker How to live with anger, and how to lift an anchor and move on (5 One) They call him 5 One, Hitman with the pen and the pad, down to get the job done Rocking with the double G's, wild fun Lyrical homicide, never had a trial won Bang bang!Grind like I'm in the chain gang Quick to clap a swag rapper what a damn shame FedEx'ing all these bodies to the sky No way I go to heaven when I die, Ha!