Lost Angels Songtext
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Lost Angels Songtext
Yeah, yo
Click clack
I′m well known the streets as Sick Jack
My beats straight heat and it's sick how my clique raps
My drug come in pounds and my money in big stacks
The army is intact, homie, so get back
It′s that Lost Angel meets the Illadelph
You ain't down with a team, you probably should kill yourself
Find us in the street while you're sitting up in a shelf
Your whole style′s cold as ice, probably how winter felt
The Sick Side Army of the Pharaoh trip, and
You′re trying to compete with that old shit?
Man, I'm loaded with vocabu like a ammo clip
It gets worse in the collabo when the famo spit
Bang it on your block when you guzzle and you spark
Blast it in the badlands, bag it up in Hunting Park
In the Pico Union area, tear you all apart
′Cause to us, rap is a game, killing is an art, mark
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it's the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it′s the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
Straight outta Compton, strapped back
Wars with the gat strapped
Trips to Las Vegas with the knapsacks
That's that
What′s up, Jimmy?
Flat black on your aluminum siding
I take it back to '94, nothing to lose when we riding
Sick Jack sent the text so the bags are packed tight
All black tees, gas masks and black Nikes
Chance from the soldiers, slam through the boulders
I done made it through the devil when he danced like Travolta
Mind of Minolta, picture me bitching
That's like losing a battle, I′m like the Phillies with pitching
I ain′t mad that you shining, your lights is dim
I'm like a neon and fuck beef, I slice it thin
I′m the chief, you's an Indian
My tribe is ugly
You can doubt it but we crowded with the knives and skullies
Now your eyes all buggy
You cheerleaders love me
You can take what we turn down
Nigga, you bummy
Get money
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it′s the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it's the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
Psycho shit, psycho shit, psycho shit
These cats is shallow, swimming in some deep waters
We slaughter
Suicide bomber, I′m a street martyr
Reach farther, feet in the yard like why bother
If your career on hold, you need to try harder
Our Father, hallowed be thy name
Forgive me for my evil sins and my evil ways
Planet is my evil twin, let the evil pay
My dagger on the wax now, let the needle slay
Dope shit
We heavy hitters, got no time for petty niggas
So you should watch your words after the Henny hit us
Praying for bloody rain, you mediocre mundane
We greedy, want your blood stain
You dipping from my gun's aim
Stay in your lane, your dirty house, your vehicle
Do what the fuck I want, it's always feasible
This ain′t the new school, we do what leaders do
Y′all stuck on stupid while I'm breezing through
Breezing through, breezing through
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it′s the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it's the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
Click clack
I′m well known the streets as Sick Jack
My beats straight heat and it's sick how my clique raps
My drug come in pounds and my money in big stacks
The army is intact, homie, so get back
It′s that Lost Angel meets the Illadelph
You ain't down with a team, you probably should kill yourself
Find us in the street while you're sitting up in a shelf
Your whole style′s cold as ice, probably how winter felt
The Sick Side Army of the Pharaoh trip, and
You′re trying to compete with that old shit?
Man, I'm loaded with vocabu like a ammo clip
It gets worse in the collabo when the famo spit
Bang it on your block when you guzzle and you spark
Blast it in the badlands, bag it up in Hunting Park
In the Pico Union area, tear you all apart
′Cause to us, rap is a game, killing is an art, mark
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it's the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it′s the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
Straight outta Compton, strapped back
Wars with the gat strapped
Trips to Las Vegas with the knapsacks
That's that
What′s up, Jimmy?
Flat black on your aluminum siding
I take it back to '94, nothing to lose when we riding
Sick Jack sent the text so the bags are packed tight
All black tees, gas masks and black Nikes
Chance from the soldiers, slam through the boulders
I done made it through the devil when he danced like Travolta
Mind of Minolta, picture me bitching
That's like losing a battle, I′m like the Phillies with pitching
I ain′t mad that you shining, your lights is dim
I'm like a neon and fuck beef, I slice it thin
I′m the chief, you's an Indian
My tribe is ugly
You can doubt it but we crowded with the knives and skullies
Now your eyes all buggy
You cheerleaders love me
You can take what we turn down
Nigga, you bummy
Get money
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it′s the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it's the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
Psycho shit, psycho shit, psycho shit
These cats is shallow, swimming in some deep waters
We slaughter
Suicide bomber, I′m a street martyr
Reach farther, feet in the yard like why bother
If your career on hold, you need to try harder
Our Father, hallowed be thy name
Forgive me for my evil sins and my evil ways
Planet is my evil twin, let the evil pay
My dagger on the wax now, let the needle slay
Dope shit
We heavy hitters, got no time for petty niggas
So you should watch your words after the Henny hit us
Praying for bloody rain, you mediocre mundane
We greedy, want your blood stain
You dipping from my gun's aim
Stay in your lane, your dirty house, your vehicle
Do what the fuck I want, it's always feasible
This ain′t the new school, we do what leaders do
Y′all stuck on stupid while I'm breezing through
Breezing through, breezing through
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it′s the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
No blindfolds, see us in the alley
We walk
On grime mode, Philly out to Cali
We march
With the torches lit, it's the Pharoah clique
On the Sick Side, nigga this that psycho shit
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