Annakin Slayd

Annakin Slayd - Fantasy lyrics

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Revenge on my ex-man, who betrayed my trust

My venom's pumping, cause this an adrenaline rush

He violated immediate fam in despicable lust

Now he's giving me a reason for my heat to bust

I bet you think I think clearly in the morning

Get the fuck off my conscience! This cat will never see the dawning

A new day, The last thing on his my mind was a hot shell

Through the barrel of my AK

Yo hold up Ryze, I'm hearing all that bile you're speaking

But let's sit and talk a little 'bout that violence you preaching

Fuck that, feel the burner hear my tire's screeching

Step away you're in path for the drawer, I'm reaching

Reaching? What you a gangsta now, How do you figure?

You might own a Eagle, but I know you never squeezed the trigger

Please nigga, what the fuck you think you know about my threshold?

There's only so much hurt and pain my mind and flesh hold

Yeah, I feel you. But right now you're just a little upset

You don't wanna go out there and do something you're sure to regret

That's a bet? Watch me make this brother take the big snooze

Check the pulse around twelve and I ain't talking 'bout the news

Come on man! Ryze: Get out my way Anni: Naw you ain't getting to this drawer

Let me tell you a thing or two before you jet off to war

If ya, live the life, you can talk the talk

Most of y'all can only dream to walk the walk

When you rap about gun play, you glamorize the tragedy

Talking like a killer but it's all just a fantasy

It's just a fantasy, it's all just a fantasy

Get it out your head 'cause it's all just a fantasy

It's just a fantasy, it's all just a fantasy

Talking like a killer but it's all just a fantasy

I know you're kind of hot but try to listen to words

So simmer down cowboy before you trip on your spurs

Each year ten thousand people die from gun related violence

That's ten thousand funerals and twenty thousand parents crying

So watch how you portray it, this shit ain't entertainment

This is blood guts and bits of skull and brain on the pavement

I know that Tupac rhymes make it sound hot to pop nines

But you feel so damn live when you get shot five times

I know what you're thinking. Ryze: Now you sounding like an After School Special

I ain't your student brethren. Stop teaching foolish lessons

I'm saying, take a second to think before playing with heat

That's the reason Skitzo put a delay in the beat

If ya, live the life, you can talk the talk

Most of y'all can only dream to walk the walk

When you rap about gun play, you glamorize the tragedy

Talking like a killer but it's all just a fantasy

It's just a fantasy, it's all just a fantasy

Get it out your head 'cause it's all just a fantasy

It's just a fantasy, it's all just a fantasy

Talking like a killer but it's all just a fantasy

Kid crossed the line now he signed his death warrant

And just when I was getting through to you, guess I wasted breath for it

I'm about to read him last rites becuase he be seeing his last nights

Okay but before you take this man's life make sure you blast right

You think it's that simple to bust a round at a temple?

It ain't so easy gripping pistols when your fingertips tremble

So non chalant about popping cats, you hopping mad, but drop the act

The only time you're wetting shirts is at the laundry mat

Fuck you. Anni: No fuck you, you make it seem like blasting's a requirement

You ain't in the struggle, this is a middle class environment

And fuck you for undermining those dying, you pose trying

To show violence but guess what your flow's lying

Get the fuck out of my way Anni, gimme the Eeze

What the fuck Ryze! Ow, yo! You're ripping my sleeve

Anni let go of this gun

Naw you let go son

Get the fuck out of my way cause I'm gettin' this job done

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