This is something me and a friend came up with. We made a few songs but this one stands out.
THIS IS NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. We formed a group called "Brigand", which means bandit or something along those lines. I'm a white guy and he's Iraqi and we thought it would be fun if we sang some rap :P I do not like rap at all. So here goes... drop a line with whatever comes to your mind
Song Title: Got Yo Self a Killa
Group Name: Brigand
Written in 2003
living ..shit... living a gimmick
living is all bout your spirit
fuck wild hoes
find bitches at the corner sto
what else is there to live fo
expression
is humanities greatest struggle
it's depression
lookin fo pussy cream
for porno flicks we stream
seeing 9 millimetas
on tv with killas
this stupid fucked up life
see a prosty
cops almost caught me
i made it out solid
unlike rappers in hollywood
only rapper that could
keep it real
no bad
yo yo yo yo
We be brought up in a world of conformity
People lose their minds and lose sight of what THEY want to be
Kinda makes you think, a lot of hysteria
Countries dropping bombs and gun happy like Americah
Starving children, living life day to day
Millions of people are dien of aids
And what do the people in suits got to say?
Got yo self a killa...
got got yo self a killa
You be hatin us in our beats
well we be comin from the streets
You lose sight we gotta stick together
As one we can make a lotta things more betta
got yoself a killa
got got yoself a killa...
Attention now u know we hate to tease
so please, take the keys to open your mind and find a way to make
the human kind more better
look within yourself, and go against the killas
got ur self
pull up with a 9 millimetter
keep it quiet make sho nobody see that
go close to tha motha fucka
get beef cooked cuz there's no latta
reach for yo belt
pull out what makes the stress
point straight to his head
uh oh now the motha fucka dead
duck quick
stop quick
here come the pigs
time to unwind
stop acting like a dick
ya'll no, everybody run from the stress
they comin put ur hood on run and jump a fence
po-pos' catchin up
duck dissapear you gone
see a 18 year old blonde
take her into the factory hold the place strong
demande release and get away wit rape it ain't wrong
run to the border get away from this sort
guy wit a M14 carbine askin for yo passport
you almost have an asthma attack
as he hand it back
you reach fo yo belt
pull the 9 milli to his head
done it ur the finisher
but now ur a serial killer
u join the crips
now known as the crippler
never caught cheating
next killed cop
is at czech republic
come on creep into an army cabin
finding the solider crappin
he's finished and dealth with
u did what u did
ain't no body stopin it
After multiple assignments
kilin residents that even respect their home
u go into the bussiness of chronic n chrome
one more assignment at the bride of north york
to sell the story short you find a guy of some sort
put the gun in this mouth
thought a sec bullet came out
other side of head
fell down the bridge
gun clip has an end and now he's dead
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the hurtin
the killing
the weed
the high that comes and goes
the hoes
the shootin
the dead
the living
the fightin
the killin
the stabbin
society
ain't nothin happenin
the point in livin
the point in dying
the point in succeding
the point in failing
the poor
the rich
the dunno who the fuck we be