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(1) destiny and fate intertwine - tyranixn3xt lyrics

[verse 1:chicagozer0311]
it was a cold december night pale blue moon glowing upon the snow
neon light after glow reminiscent of a portugal circus show
walking the streets of pilsen lost near the park after dark
the mob on the hunt cloaked up like tuscan raiders
eyes glowing from the dark they would swarm unexpected victims like sp*ce invaders
sinister they caught me in the black phone booth like ethan hawke
they saw my chain glowing like a deacon church minister
gold like south carolina bbq with fruity pebblе jewels inside
thеy swung the door open wide first one stomped me in the chest i fell to the ground covered up they put my chin to the test
defending my honor trying to fight back coat wrapped around my arms like a family crest
dead poet society of that variety
might of taken it a little to literal
the beating was visceral
robbed me for my chain gang
nearly on a ventilator got saved by the bell like slater the factory near by blew its whistle
the workers came out and scared them
away
the disarray
vowed to get my l!ck back protect the next person i did it by becoming a rapper and embarrassing em thats the mature version
didn’t end up using the colt cause that thing could buck put that down and fired lyrical rounds instead
sometimes its better to leave someone’s ego and pride dead
more power in writing and reading what you just read…..

(chorus)*tyranixn3xt
lemme spit the facts
’bout how the booth keeps me from bustin’ caps
my life coulda been a felony, a mugshot, a plea
but the rhythm and the flow set my soul free
[verse 2:tyranixn3xt]
see, i grew up where the streetlights fl!cker and fade
where every corner a hustle and a new debt is paid
trouble knockin’ hard, like it knew my address
tempted by the chaos, the pressure, the stress
had a choice to make when the temperature rose
throw hands, catch a case, or compose some prose
now my hands grip the pen, not the steel in the holster
scribblin’ verses on a beat i can coast on
this microphone’s my weapon, my shield, my escape
makin’ fire outta pain, reshaping my fate
every bar i write is a jailbreak plan
better than an orange jumpsuit and a booking scan
while they’re out lurkin’, getting caught in the net
i’m curatin’ the truth, no regrets, no sweat
my beef is with the silence, the lack of a voice
choosin’ this path, man, it’s a positive choice
so you can have the drama, the cuffs, the court date
i’m stackin’ up records, navigatin’ my fate
from the corner block brawls to the studio light
rappin’ my way through the dark of the night
’cause the mic is mightier than the knife or the gun
a story of redemption, ’til the day i am done
no time for the sirens, no time for the cell
just spittin’ my truth, and i’m doin’ it well
(chorus)
lemme spit the facts
’bout how the booth keeps me from bustin’ caps
my life coulda been a felony, a mugshot, a plea
but the rhythm and the flow set my soul free

- tyranixn3xt lyrics

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