Devil's Lasso Songtext
von Locksmith
Devil's Lasso Songtext
Devil′s Lasso
Locksmith
You know I'm breakin′ it down simple and plain, you baffled
I'm Kunta, you Toby, you livin' in chains and shackles
Imagine if Adam had never had tasted apple, would we still be in the devil′s lasso
Okay my soul prolific, flow is cryptic, flow inflicted, so much wicked, over sick shit to these n***as heads they think it′s coke inlicted
My souls' conflicted, I′m so restricted, I'm no statistic, I′m so sadistic that most critics over-glimpse it
I'm over-drenched in that potent stitch from this older pimp s**t, I′m so intense that my older b***h said I'm so relentless, I poke my stick in that open trench that you call a c******s to overcompensate your non-commitment b***h
I'm livin′ my life in a manner demandin′ the man in the mirror to manage the manic depressant that's livin′ inside of my head before I go dead cause I know, the more that you give it, the more they consider it weak and these n***as tweakin' they speakin′ on s**t that they don't know with more ghost writers than the bible, look
I′m breakin' it down simple and plain, you baffled
I'm Kunta, you Toby, you livin′ in chains and shackles
Imagine if Adam had never had tasted apple, would we still be in the devil′s lasso, who knows
You know Okay now life is like the funniest thing, what money can bring is nothin' extreme, they funnel your dream, they sucking you beam, they f***ing you clean, you a** out
They orchestrate the course of fate with morbid hate, then towards the straight path that n***as forced to take, you run until you passed out
The last outta my region that can really spit, all these other emcees is on that silly s**t, you should really quit, or better run like Rev Run, y′all little n***as is on Diggy s**t
Yeah this is that grown man flow, Uncle Sam got you n***as like Sambos, ask around, even your man knows, so dope when you sniff it burn your man nose
Post Pac, but apocalyptic see Lock is gifted, y'all constricted and bit down on the opposition, my observation this is more than a simple rap flow, still stuck inside the devil′s lasso, you know
You know
Locksmith
You know I'm breakin′ it down simple and plain, you baffled
I'm Kunta, you Toby, you livin' in chains and shackles
Imagine if Adam had never had tasted apple, would we still be in the devil′s lasso
Okay my soul prolific, flow is cryptic, flow inflicted, so much wicked, over sick shit to these n***as heads they think it′s coke inlicted
My souls' conflicted, I′m so restricted, I'm no statistic, I′m so sadistic that most critics over-glimpse it
I'm over-drenched in that potent stitch from this older pimp s**t, I′m so intense that my older b***h said I'm so relentless, I poke my stick in that open trench that you call a c******s to overcompensate your non-commitment b***h
I'm livin′ my life in a manner demandin′ the man in the mirror to manage the manic depressant that's livin′ inside of my head before I go dead cause I know, the more that you give it, the more they consider it weak and these n***as tweakin' they speakin′ on s**t that they don't know with more ghost writers than the bible, look
I′m breakin' it down simple and plain, you baffled
I'm Kunta, you Toby, you livin′ in chains and shackles
Imagine if Adam had never had tasted apple, would we still be in the devil′s lasso, who knows
You know Okay now life is like the funniest thing, what money can bring is nothin' extreme, they funnel your dream, they sucking you beam, they f***ing you clean, you a** out
They orchestrate the course of fate with morbid hate, then towards the straight path that n***as forced to take, you run until you passed out
The last outta my region that can really spit, all these other emcees is on that silly s**t, you should really quit, or better run like Rev Run, y′all little n***as is on Diggy s**t
Yeah this is that grown man flow, Uncle Sam got you n***as like Sambos, ask around, even your man knows, so dope when you sniff it burn your man nose
Post Pac, but apocalyptic see Lock is gifted, y'all constricted and bit down on the opposition, my observation this is more than a simple rap flow, still stuck inside the devil′s lasso, you know
You know
Writer(s): David Anthony Willis, Davood Ali Asgari Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
