Chester P - Chessmonster (HQ)

Описание: From the Ashes (2007)

Chessmonsta wild as Charles Bronson
Fresh from the valleys of hell n half conscious
Fire in the bellies of sin
? with a maniac, writes with the poisonous ink
Sit n look at how this rap thing changed
Now they wanna rap gangsta, never even seen cocaine
you've led scarface into your mind, you're not thuggin
Real ain't hard to define, u're not thuggin
Listen up cousin its me
Big C H E double S M O N S T
E R we are just about to be
in the presence of the finest from 93
so what? they wanna fill my socks with propaganda
in the cheap shop where i clock salamander
Slap fake rappers in turn as indication
Step to the stage n i burn your invitation
New cats look at my term
I been around for a while n i aint never see a crook with a perm
Me n weed is like a book n a worm
Stay close to the curb, spit fire then i look at u burn n gone
Rap manson, watchin the protocol
Thats me, then bars hit gorilla man
I was real when B Real could kill a man
Bringin multiple cutthroats n kilograms
Rap genie, see me then i disappear
Sicker than the chop chop breh with the missing ears
Fed your girl them E's
Im surrounded by landmines, for real blud, u dont wanna step to these
Just listen to mine
the C H E double S M O N S T
E R we are just about to be
in the presence of the finest from 93
and yah
on the mic as wild as Young Billy
me i burn pipes n idols, fuck phillies n backwards
dirty white face in a black hood
rough, gritty, i was raised where they snatch goods
I remeber the punks with Mawhee cuts
sniffin up the glue on the blocks the whole evening
suddenly the ruffnecks came to start eating
i was in the square with bars, my heart beating
this rap thing, took the biggest part of me then
and partially a half of me is being a part of my pen
after me half of them started barking again
and part of me wholl start a genocide is hard to defend(???)
so please, shoot some breeze
the C H E double S M O N S T
E R we are just about to be
in the presence of the finest from 93
and yah, in the streets with stars and rap ninjas
lost in this ?
grand slam, bangin on my chest like Tarzan
Bars man, im a marksman with a farsed tongue
Never carry no gun, im not thuggin
Listen up cuzin ure buggin the way ure fuckin with these
Not lovin and u will get a club in
Please, no more breeze or love in the game
A little time n i saw more seeds
More police, more guns but i saw no more weed
so please, grow them trees
the C H E double S M O N S T
E R we are just about to be
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