Cross My Heart (Gorilla Warfare Version)

Kong ft. Spiga - “Cross My Heart (Gorilla Warfare Version)”
[Emcee(s): Kong and Spiga]
[Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda]

[Hook: Kong]
Cross my heart, cross my heart, don’t hope
To die, socialize with open eyes
I cross my heart, don’t hope to die, I hear the cries and
The lies

[Verse 1: Kong]
The lies turn to alibis. Find me
Uncircumcised. When the curtain rise, the pain in
The tears, the rain came in years, I ran from
The fears, the game’s switching gears. Fourth year, let’s
Get off here, The Source here. The cross is the source
The source is here. Get off The Horseman, see the light
Under the darkest night, sparking bright, often
Bright, but I’m nauseas from the height of a bottle
A bottle’s flipped, living for the luscious lips
A luscious chick sucking dick while I’m busting clips. Satan
Got me speeding, fiending for indecent and treason
Pleading for reason, needing a meeting with the son
Of “thou shall not”

[Hook: Kong]
Cross my heart, don’t hope to die
I’ll socialize with open eyes. I’ll cross my heart, don’t hope
To die, I’ll socialize with open eyes
I’ll cross my heart, don’t hope to die

[Verse 2: Kong]
What’s the profit in a
Man that gains the whole world but loses his soul for
Glycerin gold? Golden glycerin, heart of nitroglycerin
Listen to portion that he wasn’t mentioning
My days is scarred, I pray to God, I cross my heart, don’t hope
To die, I’ll socialize with open eyes

[Verse 3: Spiga]
I pray you hear me when I cry with open eyes, Lord
Mercy. Watching my enemies curse me hurts
Worse than verbal third-degree burns, certainly never
Letting my fears concern me—these worms could stay hungry. I’m
Thirsty. It’s me and you, Lord—holler back if you heard me. I’m
Worried, tired, and angry, but I ain’t blind—I see you
See me glowing in shadows like TVs, looking for genies
I feel strange. Life’s rain came harder than steel
Cold concrete make hard beds—pardon the real
My right hand shaking my left, draining my clips, eyeing
My chips, spy on my chicks caught in the web, trying to fit
Crying for what when the dirt come right off the soap? If you
Can’t hang with the pros, then, bro, shorten your rope
You thought you could cope, lace up your shoes and rise by me, telling me
How you’re a crack-dealing Godbody? Kick rocks. Snakes
Get cut, barbecued and ate up—straight up, get your plate up
Never knew to toot the hook or stake up. Slow down, wait up
Holler like you see me, no “hello” or taking easy for the
Next one you’ll see wearing the collar after you leave me
Why ask “Why?” or “Why not?” Drive fast, you’re like I
I cry—forgive me, Lord—cross my heart and hope to die

[Hook: Kong]
Hope to die
I’ll socialize with open eyes. I’ll cross
My heart, don’t hope to die, I’ll socialize with open eyes

[Verse 4: Kong]
Feel the pain of a heart of my man in the park
In the dark, couldn’t stop his dart living out of his shopping cart
In Rodney Park, he started copping [?]
[?] well, I just dropped him off
The tears is red for my pupil, seeing [?]
Seeing threes for the trees over these
Focus these, leaving broken knees. Soldier needs
Let them drown in their own matrix—it’s hatred. Kisses
Basic sacred, his patient is his latex
He’s not patient, facing base and fractured bones
Black drastic mode, graphic tones
Acting old. Who know you gone?