Who Shot Ya (feat. Noiz!) - Jaeigh Sherwood

Gun violence takes the life of an African-American man every five hours. It's the leading cause of death for black men under the age of 35 Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet Thundering, breaking the concrete Finish it, stop when I foil the plot Neighbors call the cops, when they heard mad shots Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter Old school/new school need to learn though I burn, baby, burn like "Disco Inferno" I burn slow like blunts and yayo Peel more skins than Idaho Potato Niggas know: the lyrical molesting's taking place Fucking with me. it ain't safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools Niggas mad because I know cash Rules Everything around me, two Glock 9s Any motherfucker whispering about mine And I'm Brooklyn's finest Come on, tell me Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? I seen the lights excite all the freaks Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack? I switches all that, cocksucker G's up One false move, get Swiss cheesed up Clip to TEC, respect I demand it Slip and break the 11th Commandment Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya?

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I can fly like a bird not in the sky Which can always swim and always dry I say goodbye at night and morning hi I'm part of you, what am I? I follow and lead as you pass Dress yourself in black my darkness lasts I flee the light, but without the sun Your view of me would be gone I can see the damage that I am causing you is so benign You want me to be gone But I have just begun I am the only one undone I'm a broken miracle now (In your head) I don't feel but I am real But I know it's all imaginary Are they real? And do they feel? Is all the pain just inside my head? I am what men love more than life Fear more than death or mortal strife What dead men have and rich require I'm what contented men desire You want me to be gone But I have just begun You will never know how far I've come What goes up must never come back down (In your head) I don't feel but I am real But I know it's all imaginary Are they real? And do they feel? Is all the pain just inside my head? It's all inside my head It's just inside my It's all inside my They're all inside my I see them always but they're all inside my head All inside my head They're all inside my head It's killing me To see I'm killing you Death is magic, say Abracadavre now You see me now you don't cry when I am all These shackles they come With certain opportunity They won't let me get away But they show me we're the same We're the same We're the same They show me that we are the same I can't give in I won't give in It's not a state of mind I'm wretched but I'm powerful and I don't feel but I am real But I know it's all imaginary Are they real? And do they feel? Is all the pain just inside my head? It's all inside my head It's just inside my It's all inside my They're all inside my I see them always but they're all inside my head All inside my head They're all inside my head