25 Ta Life lyrics

f/ Mahasin



Peace

Here to explain to you 25 to life

It`s not no criminal shit

But then again it is

It`s some lyrical shit

From the abyss



[ VERSE 1: Saafir ]

What else am I to do, I`m not seein no more

Revenue, I try to detach myself from life

So catastrophies never grace my path

I couldn`t never play (what?) the part, so I started

With heartmarkers never mark me

I never crossed the Parker`s Brothers path

The absent minded applicant denied

See, these rhymes are designed to stretch the skin

Anticipation of the Junction

Jerkin your ass into a ??? worker answer to fly by night

Vision emulates precision

A trait for greatness related to liquidation of the character

When animation consumes your whole conversation like vapor

I`ma mangle that ass like a acre, I`m a get-paider

You`re on my land, my ancestor`s mindstate

Make platinum in the ears of a large resident

I be in charge of the canibal`s canabis

Where hot shit, ain`t no fannin this, when I write it`s 25 to life



(For every rhyme I write it`s 25 to life) --> Havoc



[ Saafir ]

25 to life

It`s a mindstate, straight up and down

Stay hard

In your foundation keep mobbin

Youknowmsayin?

Don`t slip like these gased at paid niggas



[ VERSE 2: Mahasin ]

I get a strike every time I touch the mic

Marks got a bounty on my head from scripts read

Mahasin lyric assassin leave yo ass for dead

You have no stamina, amateur

And don`t know my caliber

I make the party say ho at the show

From the verbal calico with nuff ammo

Quick to clown these tricks and these broads

Cause they rhymes ain`t hard

Wack MC walk away scarred

Cause they didn`t know what they was in fo`

Didn`t have the proper info

I`m an underground soldier savage on the rhyme

And I`m goin for mine, can`t knock it

Dare not try to stop it

Can`t get with the sick shit that I spit

I ain`t yo punk bitch

You have no stash, so how can you profit?

Rob you of your props, run, get the cops

But I`ll disappear into thin air

Make your life a misdemeanor

Know what I mean, huh?

Crime scene clean smooth getaway



[ Saafir ]

Youknowmsayin?

Non-detectable

Can`t be seen

But we the usual suspectuals

Yaknawmsayin?

You can find us

All you gotta do is look baby

Peep



[ VERSE 3: Saafir ]

Mentally I`m here, Saafir is focused like Minolta

Yoko Ono couldn`t sow no linen like this

I`m on the john shittin these writtens

Lickin my fingers like a banker

Swingin it like a shanker

Paint a picture like a Van Gogh

Flow faster than a locomotive

I bounced a hoe as sho` as holdin my balls like boulders

Bustin shots through the holster

A quarter century

To life means describin the lyrical pimp in me (bitch)

When I write for the likes of criminals at night

Striking through the night for life



Junction riders

Puttin it down

H.J.`s

Deflectin these hate rays

Knowmsayin?

From `98 to whatever

That`s how it goes down

West Oakland solider

Biatch
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