Gateway
2 Shots, 3 in the morning, 4 the record
A front page to type, hype, rage against the felon
Gunpowder scent, that pistol had vanity, a casualty
Crime is a bitch and she dated on Saturday
Its cold outside, but trust me, I'm three kelvins
Around me absolute zero, blood by his pelvis
Anything i'll do by now is a drastic measure
Everything they gonna do is forensic matter
I know I told myself "I was ready for the homicide"
Now I gotta quest myself what the fuck I did this time?
Shot the fucker got me pissed off
The beef went on, I suppose I'm the lucky one
Even the gun wasn't mine one
But same I can say for this blood and the fuckin judge
Program is about to be crazy
Guess I gotta strip, this time they gonna chase me
Nosebleed, cocaine addiction
Picture the whole scene, I clean my shoes, I realized it was no fiction
Irresponsible, breathin'? Impossible
One across the dome, this clot will never see the hospital
I couldn't help it, I had to scope
Mouth is open, gaze to the moon like a lycanthrope
Self-control like the brain was an option
When you see a man die you don't care about commotion
I really didn't want to make a mess
I excess in behavior, take a chance for the wealth
Drawing in my mind the break news of a murder case
"he's a bad guy, don't you see his face?!"
TV shows gonna stick me in the limelights
Maybe on the prime time, most on the night line
Won't be seen as a G in the cell blocks
Worse than a thief, still strip for these free locks
Cold the weather, cold the killer, cold the body
Should I call the popo or should I act punani?
Dead men tell no lies, dead men see no witness
Eyes behind my shoulders as I'm leavin' there the victim
Peep the corpse and think what a felony is and what isn't
Fear became voyeurism
No ifs and maybes, no snitch and phrases
I'm a blind man tonight and most of all I recognize no faces
My mind is on a stream
I esteem and consider what can happen if I confess
But I'm extreme, I will never dare to tell that
Never tell the truth out, I got a complex
Take a look around for somebody there to witness
Any fuckin sound stress me, got me deep pressed
Stream stopped, transfer speed to my legs
Never went so fast, even left there my cash...
A front page to type, hype, rage against the felon
Gunpowder scent, that pistol had vanity, a casualty
Crime is a bitch and she dated on Saturday
Its cold outside, but trust me, I'm three kelvins
Around me absolute zero, blood by his pelvis
Anything i'll do by now is a drastic measure
Everything they gonna do is forensic matter
I know I told myself "I was ready for the homicide"
Now I gotta quest myself what the fuck I did this time?
Shot the fucker got me pissed off
The beef went on, I suppose I'm the lucky one
Even the gun wasn't mine one
But same I can say for this blood and the fuckin judge
Program is about to be crazy
Guess I gotta strip, this time they gonna chase me
Nosebleed, cocaine addiction
Picture the whole scene, I clean my shoes, I realized it was no fiction
Irresponsible, breathin'? Impossible
One across the dome, this clot will never see the hospital
I couldn't help it, I had to scope
Mouth is open, gaze to the moon like a lycanthrope
Self-control like the brain was an option
When you see a man die you don't care about commotion
I really didn't want to make a mess
I excess in behavior, take a chance for the wealth
Drawing in my mind the break news of a murder case
"he's a bad guy, don't you see his face?!"
TV shows gonna stick me in the limelights
Maybe on the prime time, most on the night line
Won't be seen as a G in the cell blocks
Worse than a thief, still strip for these free locks
Cold the weather, cold the killer, cold the body
Should I call the popo or should I act punani?
Dead men tell no lies, dead men see no witness
Eyes behind my shoulders as I'm leavin' there the victim
Peep the corpse and think what a felony is and what isn't
Fear became voyeurism
No ifs and maybes, no snitch and phrases
I'm a blind man tonight and most of all I recognize no faces
My mind is on a stream
I esteem and consider what can happen if I confess
But I'm extreme, I will never dare to tell that
Never tell the truth out, I got a complex
Take a look around for somebody there to witness
Any fuckin sound stress me, got me deep pressed
Stream stopped, transfer speed to my legs
Never went so fast, even left there my cash...
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Writer(s): Flavio Carnevale
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