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Gang Starr - Soliloquy of Chaos lyrics
5 carloads deep, time to go do a show Got a massive crew and we're ready to roll So I grab my gear hop in the whip and ride Premier he's got the fly dope system inside But my shit cranks too and we've got mad tapes of all the underground groups with the lyrics and bass Off into the New York night we go Dre large got the camera biggest, Gord's got three rolls of film So we can take the macked out photos Tommy Hill, The Damaja and my man Gunsmoke Corey and Smurf and Lil Dap's got a forty My man Gary and Shiz and the nutcracker Shorty Mike Rhone, chillin' like Capone Robinhood, Known as Mel with the clientelle Mo, JT, Mega, can't forget black they're rockin' sincere, yes the posse's fat Out loud pulls up plus there's Sid and OC Big Mel from strong island H.L. the one and only O. Delicious, Ely, Bazz and Eon and the aroma of the blunts has me thinking beyond And to the rest of the crew you know the bond is strong and you know who's who, so let me not prolong For this was a night to remember I had on the beige Tims with the two tone leather So we get to the jam, the gig, the venue then we circled around and then drove in through the front the place was packed the line was long I was bobbing my head cuz the music was on I turned it down then I peeped to my right I saw this kid and his girl having a fight Another kid walked up and mushed the kid in his face and then the kid pulled out and bust and laid him to waist A riot broke out girls screaming and scheming crews started buck wiling tryna' snatch kids jewels After that 50 came and turned the party out and then the ambulance came to take the body out And we didn't even get all the equipment out and we didn't even get to turn the place out This can happen often and it's really fucked up So I'll ask you to your face homeboy what's up Did you come to see my show or the stupid nigger playoffs Killing you and killing me it's the soliloquy of chaos And if you live in the cities where streets reek warfare people getting nowhere bot you go for yours there You'll find it doesn't pay to front or play the role You could get stole or maybe beat with a pole Then you'll wanna retaliate, regroup and come back so you set the brothers up for a sneak attack Whether you die or kill them, it's another brother dead but I know you'll never get that through your head Cuz we're mislead and misfed facts, we're way off killing you and killing me, it's the soliloquy of chaos |
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