Zae Da Blacksmith Doctrynal Grungy Boguez, Grungy Boguez, Zae Da Blacksmith & Doctrynal -
Da Mask Is Steel
TrajikEnding
That was a long time ago, writing raps and holding Glocks
We was tight, rolled like Newports in the box
How could you long for them days of stashing rocks and dodging cops
I couldn't wait to get away I'm straight, so doc I'd rather not
You left me stranded, I was hopeless, that's what I know
Steady gassing up the boy, but I was broken, Tyson, spinal
My will was bridled, on the brink of suicidal
If I was still messing with you I'd have stayed dead on arrival
You told me it was swagger when I stumbled like a wino
Then I looked a couple numbers up, was humbled by the Bible
I was tired of being lied to, I ain't trying to be no idol
I know that you know what I know but don't feel the same as I do
I may not know a lot but I know a little about you
Enough to not commit to whatever you'd have me bow to
That life was in the past, ain't trying to play no sucker bruh
In fact before I'm ever back to that, dog we going knuckle up cause...
Oh, now somehow I'm supposed to care that you're feeling dissed with
The fact that I had to step back and impose some distance
Your every method is bent on being sadistic
My only regret is how long that it took to get this
Matter of fact that's a lie cause I got a thick list
And I wish I could travel in time back to fix things
Inside I felt like I was being torn apart, conflicted
So many things I wish I didn't do but you persisted
In my darkness needing light you brought me fire, what's the difference
That's what you said I couldn't guess I'd be covered in blisters
But I peeped ya business, getting down on the slick tip
You count on me not doing the math on the consequences
You bring out the worst in me like an emesis sickness
I must admit that I wish you would get your wig split
Cause you hoped that I'd roast in fire like smoked brisket
You wrung me out to dry left my soul and my heart twisted man
You might be thinking that I don't but I noticed the way your style flips
The way you start provoking and hoping I get nostalgic
You trying to toss me the bait to get on some foul tip
Enticing me with things that you know that I don't get down with
You think I still wish I was living that old life huh
Sometimes I might when I'm losing sight but I got Christ bruh
That means like I said, that you and me are dead
And even though it's thick and wicked get that through your head
I got a new life in Christ with a different way to live it
Cause when I sin I repent, everyday is a new beginning
Forgiven for all my sin, what'd you think that the cross was for
He bore my shame and took on the blame, that was our fault
I bet you thought that you had won but none of His bones broke
Now watch the Champ get it done with the ultimate rope-a-dope
Your influence diminished so you should just stop pretending
Cause me and you are through and you're due for a tragic ending chump
We was tight, rolled like Newports in the box
How could you long for them days of stashing rocks and dodging cops
I couldn't wait to get away I'm straight, so doc I'd rather not
You left me stranded, I was hopeless, that's what I know
Steady gassing up the boy, but I was broken, Tyson, spinal
My will was bridled, on the brink of suicidal
If I was still messing with you I'd have stayed dead on arrival
You told me it was swagger when I stumbled like a wino
Then I looked a couple numbers up, was humbled by the Bible
I was tired of being lied to, I ain't trying to be no idol
I know that you know what I know but don't feel the same as I do
I may not know a lot but I know a little about you
Enough to not commit to whatever you'd have me bow to
That life was in the past, ain't trying to play no sucker bruh
In fact before I'm ever back to that, dog we going knuckle up cause...
Oh, now somehow I'm supposed to care that you're feeling dissed with
The fact that I had to step back and impose some distance
Your every method is bent on being sadistic
My only regret is how long that it took to get this
Matter of fact that's a lie cause I got a thick list
And I wish I could travel in time back to fix things
Inside I felt like I was being torn apart, conflicted
So many things I wish I didn't do but you persisted
In my darkness needing light you brought me fire, what's the difference
That's what you said I couldn't guess I'd be covered in blisters
But I peeped ya business, getting down on the slick tip
You count on me not doing the math on the consequences
You bring out the worst in me like an emesis sickness
I must admit that I wish you would get your wig split
Cause you hoped that I'd roast in fire like smoked brisket
You wrung me out to dry left my soul and my heart twisted man
You might be thinking that I don't but I noticed the way your style flips
The way you start provoking and hoping I get nostalgic
You trying to toss me the bait to get on some foul tip
Enticing me with things that you know that I don't get down with
You think I still wish I was living that old life huh
Sometimes I might when I'm losing sight but I got Christ bruh
That means like I said, that you and me are dead
And even though it's thick and wicked get that through your head
I got a new life in Christ with a different way to live it
Cause when I sin I repent, everyday is a new beginning
Forgiven for all my sin, what'd you think that the cross was for
He bore my shame and took on the blame, that was our fault
I bet you thought that you had won but none of His bones broke
Now watch the Champ get it done with the ultimate rope-a-dope
Your influence diminished so you should just stop pretending
Cause me and you are through and you're due for a tragic ending chump
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Writer(s): Jose Canas
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