Killer Mike feat. Fass Black Dragon Lyrics

Monster Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Monster (intro)
  • 2 Monster
  • 3 AKshon (Yeah!)
  • 4 Rap is Dead
  • 5 Scared Straight
  • 6 All 4 U
  • 7 A.D.I.D.A.S.
  • 8 Creep Show
  • 9 U Know I Love U
  • 10 Home of the Brave
  • 11 L.I.V.E.
  • 12 Blow (Get Down)
  • 13 Sex, Drugs, Rap & Roll
  • 14 Dragon
  • 15 Re-AKshon (remix)
  • 16 [silence]
  • 30 Hand on the Nine, Finger on the Trigger
  • *heart beats*

    *woman sings in background as the Intro begins*
    Ryan pump blast shattered glass in the classroom
    Penny tried to hide in a bathroom,
    Homicide scream from the hand held dragon
    Mental flame from the barrel claim 25 angel, mercy
    Long as the black board, splatter with his inside
    Never had a chance to ride his new skateboard
    Billy didn't shake lord, he fell silent
    Died in the pantomime of cold violence
    His killer didn't even blink, he couldn't think
    Even when he heard the sirens kept firing
    Pupils dilated, possessed and perspiring
    He grew up admiring, 30 auts and calicos
    are-15 and long barreled 44's so on the story goes
    He went out in a blaze of glory
    He went out in a front page story
    He went out in a front page story

    My soul can't rest today
    I can't bring myself to pray
    I get down on my knees
    Cause you will always be six feet under me

    [Verse One]
    Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see your cell phone tape, hear yourself
    But to the mother ****as who took Frank Williams AKA Fast Black, **** YOU! (Gunshot)

    Dear God, I've messed up again, I'm sassed up again
    Vodka spilling out my mouth onto my chin
    I've slipped into the darkness of the heartless
    Those barbarians carry savage weapons and they start ****
    They hearts is cold as the artic, these men motivate mobs to lynch
    These monsters are men, who I hang with
    These monsters of then are who I bang with
    Who I bang with, Crips, Bloods, BG, VL we have created our own road to hell
    We train to kill and not to feel, reacting with a mac
    But no matter who I kill I can't bring my ***** back
    My *****z dead and I can't get my ****ing head around it
    We was just smoking blunts of the best chronic
    And now I'm wearing a t-shirt with his picture on it
    Staggering about to vomit, consumed with vengeance
    With my vengeance I'm all consumed, by mid afternoon smoking blunts in my room
    To whom ever this letter may concern
    When bullets strike they burn more than the flesh of the ones hit
    You took my ***** my heart split, its broken, shattered in a million pieces
    Help me Jesus, help me Jesus, just help me Jesus, thug *****z killers
    They victims was screaming help me Jesus

    My soul can't rest today
    I can't bring myself to pray
    I get down on my knees
    Cause you will always be six feet under me

    *woman sings until end of beat*
    *heart monitor goes flat line*

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