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lirik lagu scum (usa) – respekt xl

respekt xl lyrics
[chorus: scum]
yo, this gathering of the lost minds
smells of death spells it out like them tossed nines (yeah)
no more finds like the feds will not find you
don’t be blind as we creep up behind you (hey)
hear the squeal of the tires then the gun clack (scrrp)
pin you down to the ground like a thumb tack (thump)
and demand some respect, blow this last chance (boom)
they be speaking of you in the past tense

[verse 1: scum]
you better show some respect
bеtter check what you think ’bout the scеne that we in
it’s not just booze that we drink
not just drugs that we do and not just us chasing hoes
it is work rocking shows and digging holes for our foes (yeah)
and it is work that dangers us tremendously
motherf~ckers crumble and fall apart before your eyes
many get hurt while some will die infamously
more common guys forgotten days after he dies
so go buy an album from an underground artist or else that artist might give up and get a gun instead (boom)
of dropping songs n0body likes, he’s going where the crowd is
that never came to any shows and many end up dead (yeah)
it’s not that hard to show some love much easier than running on bl~~dy stumps or we won’t take your sh~t and take your feet
this underground will never die meanwhile your time is coming
so better show us some respect the next time that we meet
[chorus: scum]
yo, this gathering of the lost minds
smells of death spells it out like them tossed nines (yeah)
no more finds like the feds will not find you
don’t be blind as we creep up behind you (hey)
hear the squeal of the tires then the gun clack (scrrp)
pin you down to the ground like a thumb tack (thump)
and demand some respect, blow this last chance (boom)
they be speaking of you in the past tense

[verse 2: ill temper]
you stole my respect~tators, loading a foul choice
your talks need altoids that can grow when i found ploys
far from in the midnight church go and i sprout joy
sacrificial suicide, it’s time to throw in the towel boy
bickering in pants and these rodents make loud noise
all bark, no bite the broke with a proud void
empty try, fill up holding that growl voice
they shout, i make incisions ’til they fully open and gouge joints
scooping out ligaments, you’re of the heart but not living it
vivid with the vividness you’ll be frigid in a minute quick and different
don’t give a sh~t, read the realm wickedness
alcohol, drugs, seizures, concussions now this is sick
man his brain damaged sitting in the clinic with unexplainable lacerations
wouldn’t believe the images
pleading innocent demons
the only witness
this crazy pain made me slain
limitless victims this ain’t frivolous, yo
[chorus: scum]
yo, this gathering of the lost minds
smells of death spells it out like them tossed nines (yeah)
no more finds like the feds will not find you
don’t be blind as we creep up behind you (hey)
hear the squeal of the tires then the gun clack (scrrp)
pin you down to the ground like a thumb tack (thump)
and demand some respect, blow this last chance (boom)
they be speaking of you in the past tense

[verse 3: tragik]
(tragik)
i demand respect even when the fans have left (yeah)
me and scum will put yo ass in check
i forget i cup it and rip it, original leave ya plasma wet
all over your shirt you’re gonna get merked down the mic if you step
like an avalanche i travel fast, ravage from here to halifax
gathering up the fragile, and smacking them with my battle axe (smack)
these rappers cannot see me cause they’re teamy and have cataracts
i get under your skin so much it’ll give your f~cking dad a rash (ha)
who coming to get what is mine?
shaking the game with a thunder sound (f~ck you)
if you try making divides and breaking the spine of the underground
never happened, better strap in, struggle leads to better rapping
fed up, not really but i give you the boot b~tch salute your captain (heels up)
ain’t got backing man we fund this ourselves
studio time, music videos among everything else (yeah)
the gorefather and tragik man (yeah)
there be no doubt b~tch (naw)
we’ll be making our ways to the grave, r~i~p geno cultsh~t (no cult sh~t)
[chorus: scum]
yo, this gathering of the lost minds
smells of death spells it out like them tossed nines (yeah)
no more finds like the feds will not find you
don’t be blind as we creep up behind you (hey)
hear the squeal of the tires then the gun clack (scrrp)
pin you down to the ground like a thumb tack (thump)
and demand some respect, blow this last chance (boom)
they be speaking of you in the past tense

[verse 4: griff the guillotine]
past tense like you cease to exist
all that hate in your heart is eely, bleeds out the wrist
so fix your face if you wanna talk to me on some sh~t
but leave you fakes get deleted when yo t~~th need a fist (ugh)
tell me why the f~ck you think we chose the underground, we don’t play so well with all these high and mighty artists now
so cause you don’t have the b~lls to tread the path we’re walking down
you think we only came for fun to take some drugs and f~ck around, naw
b~tch please, this is where we all work the hardest
we are living in the struggle, defining what is an artist
in these darks streets, we gonna take what we need regardless
planting dark seeds, waiting for the season we can harvest
so, if you telling me you don’t support the scene
call me freddy and be ready cause i’ll k!ll for the dream
when the guillotine drop that’s a real bl~~dy scene
chopping heads ’til i got respect for me and my team

[chorus: scum]
yo, this gathering of the lost minds
smells of death spells it out like them tossed nines (yeah)
no more finds like the feds will not find you
don’t be blind as we creep up behind you (hey)
hear the squeal of the tires then the gun clack (scrrp)
pin you down to the ground like a thumb tack (thump)
and demand some respect, blow this last chance (boom)
they be speaking of you in the past tense

[verse 5: ruthless rob]
ain’t no survivor from me and my uncle ivan
reviving this wicked sh~t, take a p~ss inside both your eyelids
i keep it homicidal, my bible’s never been opened
you hoping it’s all a dream but your neck’s finna get broken
bl~~dy b~tch is soaking in a dirty~ass bathtub
whip out the chainsaw and give your ass a back~rub
bent up in the trash trunk, cause you wanna disrespect
slit your neck, come correct, b~tches better hit the deck
disconnect your body from the bones and major arteries
take a bite up out your ass and you’ll become a part of me
eat your ass up like a crazed ethiopian
ain’t n0body joking and your blood i’ll be soaking in
here we go again, now i gotta clean another mess
r~u~t~h~l~e double s, carve it in your chest
seconds stressed
tearing at a rusty~ass razor blade
watch the blood drip like red lemonade, agh

[verse 6: mcwicked]
in the past tense, thought back then
leave you bloodied up, chopped up in some trash cans
got no mac~10, i be hacking with a hatchet but i got a blade for stabbing
i got a passion for this rapping
it gets me higher than back when i was smacking
sipping faction, i feel ecstatic
shouts to alameda, i’m from rosen getting active
all those who don’t show respect, leave them hoes in the gory set
they done fold you while getting checked
then you’re cold with no worries, look stiff
froze you all out of breath, where my foes now a bl~~dy mess
on my clothes i wipe off your flesh
go home, burn the evidence how i roll i’m not heaven~sent
under control with myself, meds
burn assessing my sedative, burn assessing my sedative

[verse 7: yvng alvcard]
you could try to hide from nine bullets, you can’t run
they caught and lied when they told you life would be fun
the only time i’m having fun is when i’m taking one
a life, a knife gripped tight, a high slice
the lights go out and it’s all just night~night
you can’t even speak, i left you leaking out your windpipe
i can’t even sleep unless the air is just right
i get paranoid sometimes my mind takes flight
i couldn’t give a f~ck about his wannabe thugs
i could destroy everything in this world that he loves
faster than the magician reaching in his sleeve releasing doves
and for a long time this cat has been irking me
for my next act, he will vanish permanently
i heard him unlock the door from the turn of his key
and i’ll admit this sh~t was murder in the first degree
i planned it all from homicide to the burglary, ugh

[verse 8: c~cole~i]
straight out the womb the vapors i consume
i gaze up in the moon surrounded by goons
resemble it in cartoons
bolt like a harpoon
eating flesh every opportune like a sick loon
get ready, folding a b~tch that’s so slender
shove a blade deep and the lady is so sweet and tender
fit to gas the tempo while i torment her
i cut her out agenda, looking for the next contender
i rationed what was left, the b~tch was blessed
she got great br~~sts so i ripped off her tits
i know it sounds sick as i wrap her in plastic
it’s fantastic, do i sound sarcastic?
off to the cess pit for ’em then i dip
i’m tryna get a grip before i go ballistic
my human side s~d~stic, feeding my candle lit cigs
f~ck will and logistics, i don’t get respect b~tch

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