DOM PACHINO - Thousand Dollar Watches

rate me

(feat. Tommy Whispers, No Smiles)

[Dom PaChino]

The Terrorist..

Here's your opportunity to judge as my plea I set in unity

These tough guys, rockin' blue vests in my community

I purchase one, camouflage sun, with my machine gun

That holds more, spits more power you never seen before

Faced, in the trial of your life, you never been laced

or felt the slug rip through ya flesh, shorten ya pace

It's a pity to see the dirt caked up before my face

Tongue kept a nasty taste, right-hand grip the toast

another hammer huggin' my waist

You was raised on a whole different side of the place

I was strugglin', feedin' my seeds, trapped in the pleas

While you was Downtown in ya man's jeep listenin' to sounds

Elevator action, diggin' pockets with .44s

You was hangin' out with local friends at liqour stores

Did a bid, elevator came out, LPs in stores everywhere

Terrorist shit is all you hear

When you creep through the streets where I live with four Taurus's

the chorus is just a reflection of what the verse is

New fish, lookin' nervous upon the surface

Terrorist, at your service, split you on purpose

[Hook x2: Dom PaChino]

1000 Dollar Watches, chains and iced out rings

2 for 5 baby is the song that we sing

Phone-blowin' racists gettin' sent to the bing

The Earth is my kingdom, I'm pronounced King

[Tommy Whispers]

Once again, I find myself back in the pen

Gettin' it on, 50 men strong, swingin' sharp gems

Long bolo's, runnin' for solo in this danger zone

The God, told me to stay away from po-po

couldn't, got caught up in a chokehold

No control of my actions

plus blazin' on these Staten streets

Missin' the hell out of fuckin' wifey on satin sheets

Jeans whackin' my meat, bash they faces 'til blood reaches they feet

German thugs put you to sleep, prepare

Cell-house locked in a square

Niggaz stare you down, No Smiles, on the Island you the clown

Maytag, dirty inmates, scared to take baths

Rip you in half, build with the God, today's math'

Razor and Nash, it's real now, get your steel now

All my inmates, tell me how you feel now

[Hook x3]

[Dom PaChino]

Offical warhead, infect ya brain tissue with poison lead

Global patrol, first to make it go, buzzin' with morse code

Strike 'em out, three in a row, power like Castro

Bustin' stardust, blind-folded, machine gun gold, folded

Banana clip, all iced out, my man sold it to a foreigner

P.L.O. man, hold down a store with it

Got robbed, fleed to his country and went to war with it

The bi-coastal, rhymes loco, darts'll toast you

Short trip, Powerule man, Terrorist vocals

Complex murderous mind'll smoke you

When I black out, you wanna bet money? Pull ya stack out

Terrorist, in the daylight, expose the Mac out

We dangerous, I be a strong link within the chain of this

Bobby be the lock, you get a shot when I'm aimin' this

[Hook x3]

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