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Live Wire (Written by Bryan Downey- copyright 2003) I?m a like a live wire that?s tripped- systems on fritz Dealing with these lunatics- on these streets with bricks With forty five licks- to fix- their verbal interruptions In the Kamp there?s no discussion- broken bottle stabs your functions Catch me in the dungeons- guzzling brews While muzzling dudes- with duct tape- and laces from shoes You look confused kid- swelt up from bruises Take your ass back- tell your pack- how were ruthless I split coup when the roost nests- spill goo on their goose necks This loose lipped- slurring these rhymes- with crooked- toothless To prove this- fact- my streets don?t cry And up on these streets- my peeps they born to die From stressed suicides- young arrests-and doing time Confessions to the crime- of drug obsessions in their mind There?s no better way to define- this hard life living Then this gun that I?m holding- still smoking from spitting (chorus) So when we come around son- drop down Were from the Denver city streets- D-town Where growing up is so gritty- with these clowns Come stepping through our hood- and we- spit rounds Live wire- Live wire I?m like a- Live wire- Live wire I?m a live wire that?s set- ready to blow Detonation time- One- after six zeros I let it count down and decode- my stories untold From the streets and the wars- to the roots that we?ve sewn Growing up in this tough zone- with gangs and drug homes Dangerous thugs roam- done your brains with a knuckle bone I?m quick to duck you clone- stick fists- like dust to chrome I?m a street veteran- league?s all time pro Living with focused eyes- red from this constant high No compromise- hearing my lines invade your conscience mind I?m lost at times- walking this thin line of fate With no destination- except this ghetto I can?t escape And these cold storm grates- keep warm when I wake In these dark alleyways- under concrete slates You know my story aint fake- I?m straight from the streets So you can keep your heat at home- and don?t come looking for beef (chorus) So when we come around son- drop down Were from the Denver city streets- D-town Where growing up is so gritty- with these clowns Come stepping through our hood- and we- spit rounds Live wire- Live wire I?m like a- Live wire- Live wire In the ghetto it?s hard news- struggling- daily Trying to earn my respect- as a project baby While these chumps want to front- and start acting crazy I?ll be knocking out punks- with the lumps god gave me Turning fronts into gravy- my weapons my fist Unless it?s locked around some nine- chrome- letting?em spit And when you get hit- I hope your whole crew- won?t forget That I?m sick- and Dephkamp click- we to thick So you better run quick and hide- stepping in the wrong side Messing with wrong kind- you?ll go missing- where no finds The remains of your demise- this is thug style- with rude rhymes To make you wake up and realize- your living with closed minds In my time I find- that these lines hold truth What comes around- goes around- in karmiac pursuit So if your looking for revenge- in this lifetime dispute Then step your ass to the plate- and let those pistols shoot???.. Track 4 Dephkamp "Governed Mentals" CD Dephkamp Bryan Downey 2face323@msn.com
Song Length5:22 GenresRap - General, Rap - Alternative Tempo / FeelMedium Slow (91 - 110) Lead VocalMale Vocal Moods Heated, Tense
Subject Matter Frustration, Imagination Similar Artists 2Pac, Wu-Tang Clan Language English Era 2000 and later
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