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Remix of a song called "Over" off of the "Painkillerz Vol. 1 Instrumentals" release by DJ Pain 1
lyrics
(Verse 1)
these shoes done learned there share from these streets
these hands done earned paired ears for these beats
this mouth gone placed dairy-airs in these seats
and these statements kept playlists blared on repeat
where'd he go, the who, what, and how
the questions keep coming straight out of they mouths
conclusions were drawn and publicly announced
well my question to you is who runnin shit now?
cuz i cant figure it out, so reason my doubts
probly politics as usual, can i please live without?
but, they cant knock my hustle, cashmere thoughts
and dead presidents hydrate through seasonal droughts
i guess what im tryna tell you is hope is lost
to the hopes and thoughts that my focus dropped
cuz all that hocus pocus just prevokes emotions
its over, im gone. only thing i know is there....
(Verse 2)
the last mile thou art passed, bygones are bygones
signed on, now im on one, right on
is this mike on? tyson wit punchlines
unsigned like front lines in saigon wit carbines
fully loaded, clips exploding brat-at-at-at
you just folded, nick just owned it, pats at my back
congratulations... glasses of yak to the victor
pictures, autographs by the mr. take em wit ya
this the, return of the comeback kid
who the fuck that is? that lil rugrat spit
yo punkasses, please dont jump that ship
less you know how to float like a humpback bitch
...cuz i go off like a pump-action
flows impeccable, bars inflexible
soul's incredible, words exceptional
thats four ways to measure greatness... fourth dimensional
(Verse 3)
thinkin theyre familiar cuz nyxotik's in their radius
stupid fuckers, thats not me its just my alias
you wanna say you know me, get to know nick drillis
cuz no stage name gets to hold this brilliance
gucci, fendi, prada, louis, dolce & gabbana
juicy, chanel, and bvlgari, michael kors, dior, and mavi
true religion and versace, french connection and armani
wit all these other names i rock, no wonder they forgot me
… figure its time to step on outside of hibernation
and become the supervisor of this entire miser nation
… back in the office, sit in my chair and bring my feet up
damn, that winter was cold, but you can relax, i'll turn the heat up
who woulda thought, that id be the one, everyone has to grab a piece of
so grab a few bottles, open em up, sorry who has to clean up
… but no i wont ease up, we only speed up. visa's valid somewhere
you run where? thats ashame, we on the runway, asta la vista
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