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I’m a box cutter...verbal hot knife through warm butter
say what I want to say to your face and I will not stutter

wasn’t raised like you fucker... fear just makes your heart flutter
bet you hid behind the aprons strings of both your grandmothers

soft brothers growing up the fluffy way stayed on the porch
never had to go to war you never had to hold a torch

you should not mistake the songs I make bout being rational
to think somehow that’s stopping me from running up and smacking you

no I don’t believe that little front you’re always putting up
plus I don’t believe that past you stunt because you’re baby butt

Can you find one witness to confirm your former gangster status
A criminal record...a pistol that you ever blasted

i rip through plastic bastards used to give them muzzle flashes
watch what you say cause when I see you then it’s boots to asses

nobody’s laughing best prepare yourself for warfare
Your punk ass bluffing only busting shots up in the air




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I think its about time I made a few things clear
Cause I'm tired of all the buzzing i be hearing in my ear

Don't give a fuck about your feelings or the ones you hold dear
If you push me I'm a redefine whatever yall fear

Not the one for you to sleep on
Plot on or creep on

I will show up at your crib// that's me knocking so be warned

Don't make me turn this shit up cause all yall clowns
Same way you fucking step up you can fall down


2nd verse
a lot of these cats is pompous asses
for no reason writing checks that their ass can’t cash in

so I’m determined that I’ll never ever help a chump out
because you never can be sure what’s coming out a chump’s mouth

I built my own shit...with the help of only a chosen few
grab opportunities cause that’s what I’m supposed to do

imagine my surprise to have to hear these punks whine
I’m over 20 years older than them but still in my prime

so what the fucks the deal….no commitment this shit just can’t be real
if I believed in karma i would say they fate was sealed

all about my business my children can be my witness
I’m grinding to make it happen not dealing with fucking nit wits

and none of that fucking simple shit that they could ever say
could measure up to all the work i put in ev-e-ry day

So when I see that disrespectful shit I'm parting your wig
A grown man got no time to play with nobody’s kids

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from Rise of The Reapers, released July 21, 2014
produced by Life and Death Productions

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Tombstone da Deadman Baltimore, Maryland

Raised in Edmondson Village on the west side of Baltimore, Maryland, Tombstone’s style is heavily influenced by pioneering hip hop legends like Rakim, LL Cool J, Big Daddy Kane and Public Enemy.

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