Crucial Conflict - I'M Bout To Explode lyrics

rate me

I'm bout to explode

I don't know when I'm gonna go, I got so much been on my mind

Every time I look around, I try to prevent going down

From locked up or even dying

I can dig the problem

I can see whats going on, its a fucking warzone

With the thieves in the hood don't look good

Never ever thought she could jump off like that now

O.G.'s done backed down, you eased a step down

Everybody wanna have the crown

Every breath you benefit the sin

We gonna have to keep fighting them mugs within

Now it is killing before whats killing you niggas that started out friends

You win, the wrong for what you doing

You need to start snatching, kick out the mob

Can't show no love at all, don't even turn back

Anyway homie wasn't all that

If he was real he wouldn't even have caused him that

I hum to Allah, I'm wanted by far, and he disinfected that

So long I been known, don't think its the law in the loves of loves

In a positive demonstration

That we could never conquer shit and defend no more

High-Tech young niggas with a little scratch, could be richer

Hustling to make enough to buy the shit I need

Like a bag of weed, I was blind now a nigga see everything

Brothers strapping up on this thang, timing's off, feel the pain

Let the hood done laid out, shits way out, no way out

Murder to the lunatics, them the tricks that was talking that shit

Took the test to the brain, rip em' off, vest off, pull the mask off

Smoke that bitch, what a mess

I suggest, we suggest, fuck each other up

Look into the mind of a Flic' born westside

Mount Sainai in the flesh bless my

Niggas with the bottle, get the top

Then pour out the back door when its war

Armor to your brothers stay clean

Watch your back young brothers I mean

My hood is burned up, and burned up is my hood

We ?kicked bout' a foot?, don't own a hood

I took too much then too much, now I don't know where to turn

Or who it may concern, life and death all I've learned

I've earned my respect in the hood, but the shiesty still pulling moves

You a man for the man, thats another point he was trying to prove

Got your own mind, might as well use it for yourself

Cause you'se your own man to the right, to the left, all is well

And it's one thing I believe in, don't ever leave and retrieve

Killers jumping off by the evenings now

97' just another hunting season

Niggas in it 6 feet deep and no reason dying freely

Why?

Back in the days on Chicago Avenue, (?)

Niggas used to bang for the kicks to slang cain

Hustle and rain pain niggas

Once there was a little brother who ruled across the street with his crew

Fast pacing everyday, facing murder situations

Gang affiliation makes you kill a nation

Take another life a day, smoking, hoping just to get away

Put it in the raw, I'm 'bout to go boom

Y'all can't help but to talk, it's us against the law

That shit backing people off from the gator alley in the whole

I don't know where the hell to go

Cause my life is like a pack of (?)

Having brothers capping, it's a free for all in my motherfucking hood

And it ain't good, if I got to die for my Flict' then I would

Every day is numbing

If you didn't count your blessings boy then you really should

Until the final tic 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 out

So much shit on my mind

I can't find the time to free myself from going down

Best to antici-pains and pressure, no lesser than human situations

Erasing, ruin doing time in the mind

Like to wild em' down, bullets flying, mommas crying, niggas lying

Reason for the rhyme let the spirit climb

You thinking different, defending for the real of it

Flic' in this forever, finally letting in Chicago, tear a little

Never on a pedastool, want to jump up off it then let it go

Easy it's about to blow, like how much longer can I go

How many situations before I just go below, catch up with my funeral

Caught up and brought up in it into dimensions

The feeling like I can't take it no more

The mission is dealing with pressure

Pressure is the death certificate and that will get cha'

Wet cha', leave you on a stretcher, I bet cha'

He shook off and looking for shelter

Help a man and give a helping hand, stand by the plan

Struggle the daily double, double trouble the mold

I redoubled the O in the roll, let it go then explode