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lirik lagu cult of the damned - brick peli keeps it real

[chorus]
yo, keepin’ it real, we’re just keepin’ it real
keepin’ it real, we’re just keepin’ it real (x5)
keepin’ it real (x5)

[verse 1]
so, you wanna know about me on a personal level
well heres some bullsh-t for you to revel over
i’m never sober, one who loves football
and drunken pub brawls, strictly spectatin’ though
cause i’m too beautiful to ever let you break my nose
case is closed
moving swiftly on again
born lee scott, but call me mr. wrong
a friend, a foe
raised well on castlefields, with lacy row
eventually i had to steal so i could raise the doe
to buy cocaine and dro
to sell to your mother who i made my hoe
and pimp slpping her helped her to develop a stutter she always wanted, but didn’t realized it
my hobbies are mostly robbing cars whilst being high kid
i also like chicks with weird piercings
and don’t like fl!cks with special effects that is
unless they let me see the strings
i know every trick in the book
a little ignorant f-ck, lets get to the point
death is the penalty for wetting my joint

keepin’ it real, we’re just keepin, it real (x3)

[interlude]
yeah, that was pretty real man, but you need to get well realer
you need to, talk about busting guns, yeah, explosions

[verse 2]
my, motto is pop something
i often rock with a c-cked gun and tell a cop to stop frontin’
pistol whip you when you’re not lookin’
head in hot oven, type of torture tactics, i’m that sick
citizens claim a g’s evil
but i’m helpin’ the community by shootin’ two and three people
sold every drug there is to sell
from white to dro
i macked every type of hoe
blew a million plus to kingdom come
but i’m not violent though
i strictly k!ll for fun
my wife is a gun, with m-ssive clips
i have an abacus of used bullets
plus the crew’s hood rich, fool
we play poker with golden chips, and blood money
heads are rollin’ thick when the bag i’m holdin’ splits
look sonny, keepin’ it real is my only callin’
thats why i pack heat, and push c0ke to orphans
spectacular, i cut you open, and sold your organs back to ya
a hustler, a f-ckin’ gangster with an edge
me not k!llin’ you that would be the death
do i have to be this way? yes
i’m militant, i play chess bumpin’ gangster crew posse syndicate

[chorus]
yo, keepin’ it real, we’re just keepin’ it real
keepin’ it real, we’re just keepin’ it real (x5)
keepin’ it real (x5)

[outro]
prince charles be poppin’ motherf-ckers on the daily
and that queen lady must be crazy
she packs rugers in her bloomers
emcee’s don’t understand how we all do this music, it’s true kid
brick pelican
keep it real, keepin’ it real
shout outs to
mr. wrong, bill shakes mr. lee
hock tu in your face

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