01.Shame 24-7 (27-11-02)
 

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27-11-02
Title: Shame 24-7
Artist: Flyer
Written by: Flyer

[Flyer Talking]

This rhyme isn’t about skin ass niggaz,
Not about punks or crooked-ass bigs,
This rhyme is about racism,
That is conquering the world.
Fuck this shame!

[Flyer]

Sometimes I cry...
And not because of pain
I cry because of shame...
The shame of racism
Shame of shit...
The shame of fuckin' bullshits in which
My friendz belive
In which my friendz were lived...
But it's my time
And my fo' fo' can't wait for blood
It's like a vampire in tha night...
And from this time I said for ya, that every fuckin' baldin' bitch
Who stand on way of outlawz will have a bullet at hiz ballz!
And God will be forget my sins,
I'm from ghetto, I'm from streets
And I'm not black
And I'm not white
I am in the middle of your sight!
And I would kill all racist bitchez!!!!
And I would burn ma "friendz" in hell!!!!
And put tha finger at tha trigger,
And say goodbye to bald ass figga!!!!
Shame 24-7

[Chorus]
See no future in their eyes
They could sell their moms for real
For three hundred dollar bill
It’s like a shame 24-7

[Flyer]

Can you see this baldin’ heads?
With the candles in their hands
They are going to the hell
Like my homie Makaveli to the jail
They could die for their leadaz
Leader’s name is Adolph G.
They don’t have the faith as we
Only who believe they’s him
They could die for him or kill
Cuz they’re shame of our race
With the bullshit in their face
And there are you, fat ass five-o?
You must have put them on tha row
They’ll got tha 20 wit an L
I’ll put my blew, u’ll burn in hell!!!
I’ll load it with 3-8 hot
I’ll put my finger on dis metal drug
And I’ll say bye to bitch ass figga!

[Chorus]

[Flyer]

They wanna see us dead,
With the bullet at the head
With the picture at main line
Of the paper New York Times
There is baller in White House?
Who was begging us to stop
Where is berries with their cakes
Who were chasing us on race?
Where is all y’all fat ass figgaz,
Who must put ‘Em to the ground
With the shame of bullshit nation,
Who would die for fuckin’ pound

[Chorus]

[Flyer Talking]

This is dedicated to all homies in the penitentiaries
For all niggaz, who was hitted by racism bitches.
For all my class mates in fuckin’ racism area.