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Tha IronMantis
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Eleven eleven
I seen the Deacon's wife
Kiss the reverend
Behold the pale horse
Peep the silent weapon look
Gun smoke from a dirty
Smith and Wesson
Every time I teach preach
It's considered a life lesson
Truth ain't got time
For rigmarole
Some how I feel
Like I did this before
You can catch me late night
Great white with
The venomous flow
My life a movie
Popcorn on the
Cinema floor
Heard with power
You git respect
Mind, body and soul
They peep potential
Then the bigger the role
That's real talk
Mantis, how could
These nigga's try
To play me like
A has been
When half these rookies
Really pussy like
A pap smear
You feel me
I'm a god it don't
Git no better
Fresher than Balenciaga
In a Kashmir sweater
Turn up the heat
Like the seats
In a brand new Jetta
Cause I'm a trill ass nigga
That don't know no better
Truth
This three five seven
Will brutally levitate you
Leave you consumed
By the sound of bullets
Opening wounds
Now your doomed
These streets are heartless
Give a fuck
Where you bloom
Leave them flowers
Where you lay
We'll just make it your tomb
Meth labs and new crack
Empty baggies and true mack's
Broken dreams and
Big pimping spitting
Game and cold facts
From the trap
To the strip
Staying alive is crazy shit
With these zombies
Begging for hits
And these ever
So violent pigs
I'm just calling it
How it is
If your feeling it
Say you dig
We just getting
How we live
Some are taking
More than they give
And this population
Control that the poor
Will never forgive
And these streets offer
No solace not
Even for little kids
And they Mama's
Is popping pills
And leaving them
In the crib
Then run the streets
For the dough then
Git high and do it again
That's why we
End up dead
Or spending life
In the pin
There's no win
Stay in these streets
And your destined
To meet your end
My nigga