No More Words

[Shawn Skie]
No more words, darker side
I'll be your tour guide, Shawn Skie
Yuh, look in the light
Look in the light, ain't got no more words for ya
Yo, Jimmy Donn, how you feel about that? [?]

[Jimmy Donn]
Look me in my eyes, tell me can you see my demons?
Sometimes I think there's something evil in my dead semen
'Cause I was born with this pain in my chest
No matter what I do, I can't hang with the stress

Now they say it's a motherfucking white man's world
But I'm struggling, smoking so much weed that I'm sterile
Feel the burden, I thought you would've figured by now
That in the ghetto, we're all considered niggas somehow

And I swear I've been arrested more times than I've been drugged
Look in my city, tell me, where is the hood?
I watched my family structure crumble off track
Lord, I'd give my life just to get that love back

My birthday passed without a call from my father
He's probably thinking "Why bother?"
Because his son is a fucked up criminal
But y'all made this individual

[Shawn Skie]
I have nothing more to say
Let me get on with my day
Watch these blue skies fade to gray
I have nothing more to say

Fuck these niggas, squeeze triggers off with a skrilla
Gorillas banging up the perfect picture, I'll kill em like Hitler
Dumping bodies in deep rivers, steel curtain like Pittsburgh
Steal us, yet don't feel us, get this gauge to your throat

Document this murder I wrote
This murder show the system pimps kill us and blow us and niggas on death row
[?] up, read it up, nigga done seen enough
Beam me up like Scotty, then get away from society

Triple team them niggas who's on balance like beams
Plotting schemes, tryna identify that nigga with cream
Tommy Hill, baggy jeans, overlapping his crease
Back in these streets, these niggas also packing the heat

The same everywhere, gun smoke also polluting the air
Insecure, niggas initiate guerilla warfare
Bombs exploding, sounds of explosions causes commotion
Gang related through my family tree, without noticing

I have nothing more to say
Let me get on with my day
Watch these blue skies fade to gray
I have nothing more to say

[Jimmy Donn]
I remember back in the days with my moms and pops
But now things are changing and the pain won't stop
I got to reminicin', and stressin' on some old shit
Don't step to me now [?] on bullshit, no bullshit

Want to fuck around, we can do this
But if you think that you're taking me down, you're thinking foolish
I was brought up in the city that says "kill or be killed"
Drug deals paying bills, that's how my mind was filled

And I know if I look behind, I see a long line of bitches
Tricks and busters trying to take mine, but fuck it
I have no time, I gotta shake it
Gonna have to recreate a truck game if Imma make it

Can't fake it motherfuckers, your cliques ain't shit
This time next year, you won't even exist
Equal to spit, not even worth the piss in my dick
People only think of you when they're taking a shit

[Shawn Skie]
I have nothing more to say
Let me get on with my day
Watch these blue skies fade to gray
I have nothing more to say

I'm selling a lot of dirt, diggler, I'm out of figure
Competition sinks deep beneath the river
Keep your eyes on money, fuck bitches and fuck these niggas
Who squeeze triggers, fools related to itchy fingers

Originated from the past, murdered for cash
Niggas falling fast, hauling ass to hide the stash
The aftermath? Me on stage, primitive ways
Similar to a prisoner locked in a cage

A bloodbath, backstab, shot with a gauge
Witnesses witnessed it, reported on the front page
Twenty-six paragraphs of niggas who've been slayed
Thirty-six bodies deep in graves, criminal ways

Minimum wage is similar to carrying a gauge
Decisions will be made, my only mission is to get paid
Molotov cocktails throwing the whole world ablaze
Things change, ruffalo soldiers, home on the range

It seems strange, don't it? Murdering opponents
Hidden cameras on the premises, no one noticed

[Oohing]

I have nothing more to say
Let me get on with my day
Watch these blue skies fade to gray
I have nothing more to say