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Day 93

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Day 93 - Dr. Yen Lo Lyrics








[Sample]

A normally-conditioned American, who has been trained to kill and then to have no memory of having killed. Without memory of his deed, he cannot possibly feel guilt. Nobody, of course, has any reason to fear being caught. He cannot possibly give himself away. And I should say, if properly used, entirely police-proof



[Intro: Ka]

Yo son, you in the crib?

Alright, do me a solid, come downstairs, open the door for me

Let me get off the block for a second...



[Verse 1: Ka]

(Forever)

Egregious jewels speak the truth, a looted G, chop the grey

Plot a play for the newest V with black biscuit

At risk of doing three I'm fluent in truant

From sewer to the bluest sea

Penning craft, genuine draft, the brew is free

Here's a ill sketching, but still question (who is he?)

On one page, describe slum maze to a tee. Soft as tissue take issue, brave do agree

Realness looms, silver spoons in the ruins choose wise words as eyes merge goons are influenced

If wilding resumes, prowl with the tools

No sheep clothing, I wear wolf, howl at the moon

Trained for life, elude the shrewds, fame enticed, so rugged, cold-blooded my veins is ice

Thoughts I'm giving worth more than cost of living on slated costs. Taking shorts for bidding

Where I'm sitting they get it clicking and nights rocking

Ain't have no threads, it's roach eggs and mice droppings

Foulest turf, try to ply your earth like oxy

Bills truce, still move as if vice watching



[Hook: Ka]

I'm wondering if them sirens for me

I'm wondering if them sirens for me



[Verse 2: Ka]

The hardest grime, this is borrowed time

My wrists bring much to give, it's cargo rhyme

Resume say starve yesterday, tomorrow dying

Conveyed the stress with ALS, started lying

Got loose with hands to land with strict guns

Now fools bite you assault rifles, big drums

I'm paid path, today's math get sums

They form press, catch long stress for quick runs, hold a piece

Still clothed in a golden fleece

Raw pledge as crazy bald heads comb the streets

Fact is, no statement retracted, prone to reach

It's feet first, heat burst, domes are breached

No coming back from that, black, Holmes's deceased

They pissed cuz we the shit? Heaters rip

Got my own back, chrome mag, I don't need a clique

Got a queen learn halloween, not to treat a trick, son smart

I see a mark, proceed to dip



[Hook: Ka]

I'm wondering if them sirens for me

Here they come again, I'm wondering if them sirens for me



[Outro: Ka]

Here they come again



Day 93 lyrics !!!