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lirik lagu psycho (ashes to ashes) – konnan

[verse]
i carry my life around with me in a see*through bag
and you got the f*cking nerve to ask me why the f*ck i’m at
different stages, different faces i see
up in the crowd
it’s them same ass fools, that say my mind’s in the clouds
vato, vato, vato, how you make us get down?
now was the name of filtered souls are the ones who bring the sounds
uzi pulling tricks like you’re david copperfield
so let the [?] spill on the 2 inch wheel

[bridge]
i sn*tch the rabbit out your hat and choke it
i sn*tch the weed out your pocket and smoke it
do you really want to f*ck with a perro
down with a skelеton playing on a cello, from the ghetto?

187, if you don’t spin thе vinyl
revolutionary mind, but they label me a wino
someone please, unchain my brain from the wall
you can blame it on the drugs or you can blame it on the alcohol

[chorus]
ashes to ashes and back to dust
and before i go, fool, believe i’mma bust
ashes to ashes and back to dust
and before i go, fool, believe i’mma bust
uno*nuevo*cero to the cuatro!
it’s the m*a*d*o*n*e going psycho!
uno*nuevo*cero to the cuatro!
it’s the m*a*d*o*n*e going psycho!

[verse 2]
how many lyrical paragraphs must i punch you with an intent
in order for a fool to make his dollars into sense?
f*ck politics and presidents, why’s that
because they got me selling dope through my local residence
wisecracks fill my mind every time i write a rhyme
i got to release the pressure and take drastic measures
i’m standing on the outside and i’m looking in
watching all my friends
now confessing all my sins, smile in the pen
smiling faces will have you, catching cases
riding down the freeway on, high speed chases
i got to be true to this game of rap
it’s either this or weed, speed, heroin, or crack
it’s like that
lawyers pay for work, a&r, fancy cars
ghetto superstars, don’t forget who you are
i see you represent those buried in the soil
uncle sam is [?] off of oil

[verse 3]
i must confess, my life is a mess
and if there’s a god up in heaven
does he hate me, because i don’t feel blessed
i extend my hand from san diego to new york
call all your soldiers, ’cause in street we hold court
welcome to the blocks boy, the k!lling prince of rap
now how will you react, we’re leaving stains across the map
cause the road that i’m on is too bumpy
and every time i see a hula, i can jump it
so i keep my sh*t on in and make sure they play it loud
before i’m left laying on my back, staring at the clouds
and face the dirt on my way to meet my maker
cause vatos catch the vapors while i’m trying to make my paper

- konnan

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