High Treason
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Lyrics
Semi-high, blowing trees And Benedict probably had his reasons And if the BO didn't double back, fuck freezin' Better off breezing (Toss the blunt?) Not even Rather, we got red-eye than cheesing At least then, he wheezing, open season They keep half what they seizing Pasty-ass Elmer Fudd, double-barreled Don't be daft, better duck Call Harold, nigga should have skipped town Mentally stuck Never been out this hood D.A. caught him at his girl house, rolling the wood Is that stupid or gangster? Is that flight or bammer? Mumia, if I had a hammer You'd be with Assata in Havana I'm with weathermen, holding police scanners If the MRI shows cancer Give me a suicide belt, return of the Panther Run up in the precinct wearing Nat Turner pa-jamas Goddamn ya Only video I got out is off surveillance cameras We're shooting for MTV too No, no, you're not understanding We're shooting at the 106 & Park crew and then shoot at MTV too
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:01
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 82 BPM