SOTSA Lyrics

Damascus featuring Dirt (shadow of the locust)
Lyrics ©opyright Dirt 2004, All Rights Reserved

:: Verse1 ::
N’ take them cats back to the rock pile/ my protocal, is Yes, Yes ya’ll! To the beat ya’ll!/ I’ll be glad to meet ya’ll/ at the eardrum/ scare the hell outta men fearsome/ so powerful that I can’t get neat some/ without them breakin down in cold sweats/ save your cash! Most bookies won’t hold bets/ against me, they already know the outcome/ while most spit darts, I spit cannons/ from my throat/ I write historical quotes/ while most write rap songs/ that will fade away on the pop charts/ and on your way to becoming a rock star/ you get smashed by my stock car/ now how that felt?/ got caught up with no seat belt/ n’ no air bag or roll cage/ I write lyrics when my souls enraged/ engage myself with getting people outta the cage

:: Verse 2 ::
I’m about to say something, that’s much overdue/ my brain runs on jet fuel/ hair resembles lambs wool, in knots/ electric watts, fly outta my vocal box/ which gives birth to/ lyrics that burn through/ heavy metal, plus I’m nocturnal/ pen swift at the night shift/ and when I walk, It’s measured in seismic rifts/ come quick! N’ take a look!/ I studied the whole book/ word for word/ to be dope, most emcee’s burn herb/ in other words, blunt/ I stay sharp mentally/ n’ dogs is runnin from the scent-a-me/ I speak hurricane and tornado fluently/ n’ I forgot!/ go ahead and throw rocks/ my Kevlar skull is shockproof/ bring your whole army and I drop troops/ have them runnin from the war scene, but be prepped/ ‘cause landmines are blowin up wherever you step!

:: Sub Chorus ::
Good bye ya’ll! The skies about to fall!/ Are you ready!?/ Make sure they don’t find your soul down underground/ Are you ready!?/ You might have guns and gats, but they won’t save your back/ It’s like having 22 in the game of blackjack / Are you ready!?

(Beat changes. A phone call comes in between family members)

:: Verse 3 (Sluggy Tooth) ::
Ay yo! When I die, where the hell I’m gonna go?/ and who say’s God is real?/ ‘cause I aint never seen Him, down on the street/ If you don’t know-You don’t know how to eat/ The government builds projects, but they aint building self respect/ Moms trades welfare checks, for heroin/ she shoots poison to forget/ while out beyond my porch, men shoot bullets for the hell of it/ And parasites, keep me up all night/ so that in the day, I can’t focus on doing right/ so keep your damn bible tracks and Jesus Christ/ ‘cause me and God are still locked up in a fist fight/ And hell has got me convinced/ That I’ll never make my way up over the fence/ I’ll never make my way up over the fence

:: Verse 4 (Dirt) ::
Ay yo! It’s hard for me too/ to see you, struggle/ all I’m saying is that I’m praying for you/ At night I’m burning incense/ And I see the same devils comin after you, angry intense/ But remember Bruce Willis, in sixth sense?/ That sucka was dead and he hadn’t even figured it out/ and my biggest fear is that you’ll die without/ ever testing God’s promises/ you can’t live the rest of your life all hit and miss/ miss and hit, missin most targets/ You might not think so/ but God has a plan for you/ at the same time, the devils gotta plan for you/ life’s drama caught you in the avalanche/ but that’s God shaking the tree, to rattle the branch / checking, to see if the fruit is ripe/ General’s testing you, solder/ to bring out the good fight/ All I’m saying is that I’m praying for you

(Beat fades. Scratch sample comes in “Aint it a shame, how some people think that life is a game”)

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