Vents

Vents - Hard To Kill lyrics

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"As I come back"

"Vents One"

Word em' up yo

Hard to breathe and hard to chill

The balaclava mask appeal

'89 pop loud, ghetto blast the fill

I'm Seagal Hard To Kill

Marked for death, for whatever bastard I miss to calm at will

Get em' then cause and effect

Had to let em' roast, get em' close then hit em' with a fucking hungry ghost

I left battle rap alone

Stuck to savaging the machine, chew and laugh on the bone

She went kinda nuts when I fucked with the top shelf

"Mr. Trials" getting down with your bad self

This aperteister, fuck the police ya

Take the power back, rhymes ell' beat ya

To death, caress, Waco text

Floats advertise for the same, no less

Break the ground rules don't take no mess

Born to bleed this life of death but hard to kill

"As I come back"

"Vents One"

So where we at

We're going to a terrible place

Paranoid, clinical, unbearable case

Deep in the third rhyme medical waste

I reign terror, 6 there - federal state

And who you be? Vents One you knew me

Low-key go to work like call no de?

Get a little bit of land so I could get free

Grow my own shit then chill and stay hard to kill

Killing a terrible thing to waste, post hate

But a rock won't take the style, we killing the rock with state of art

Ke Sara, you better prey that ya

Java lie crisp then caress in the pagans star

I'm the primitive man, lay brick where the pyramids stand

In the great southern land where I roam

Prone to outbursts so take my stain with a bad habit

Fuck Fred Durst, we making them rust in peace, it's the ones deceased

Re-born then release the rise in the East

The sum of a thousand mad men on May The First, survive secarian birth

Residing in material, rank and serial number

Born with a barcode implanted in my brain

Torture lies authorised by the law

But I foresaw your demise

"As I come back"

"Vents One"

So where we at

We're going to a terrible place

Paranoid, clinical, unbearable case

Deep in the third rhyme medical waste

I reign terror, 6 there - federal state

And who you be? Vents One you knew me

Low-key go to work like call no de?

Need a little bit of land so I could get free

Grow my own shit then chill and stay hard to kill

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