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DX – Out of Commission



Chorus:
Here today to raise up my glass,
To any real nigga, prematuraly lyin under the grass
I got dead homies, and damn i miss them
Rest in peace to all the real that are (Out of Commission)
NIggas whos lives, ended real bitter
So I'm here to pour out a little liquor,
Violence is a habit, we need to break the addiction
Rest in peace to all the real that are (Out of Commission)

Verse 1:
My niggas that are out of commission, lay dead in the ground
Where they suffocate in dirt, and tombstones are the only things around
Death is a tough topic, especially for me
Like my homie, Chris, victim of murder of the 1st degree
You can see, tomorrows not promised, so i live today like i'm 90
Cause i know reaper is like the cops, it followin right behind me
Police tryna find me, doin something illegal
Before they arrest me i'll fire off my desert eagle
Fly away like a seagal, and then I realize whats goin on
Violence is a marathon, and im just passin the baton
Am I feedin into my friend Chris gettin 4 in the chest?
With that question i become obsessed, than feel depressed
Tranquilize my stress, with thinking of his eternal rest
So I suggest a new style of rap
Not that shoulder lean shit, and that dance with the snap
Yeah that sells, but doesn't do us any good
Just misguides the youth, and makes their plight misunderstood
Its time to spread a positive message, fuck glorifying the streets
Ain't nothin cool about babies dying cause they have nothin to eat
Let me introduce you to my friend Jay Johnson
A country ass nigga, from the middle of Wisconisn
He moved to Brooklyn, cause he wanted to go to Lincoln
But didnt focus on school, just about drugs and drinkin
He thinkin, what can i do to make some cash
So he started dealin, everythin from yayo to the hash
The ship started shinkin, cause one day, a drug deal went sour
I see my niggas face on the news, at the six o'clock hour
His funeral, casket covered in red flowers
I come to the shocking realization of the power of greed
And the negative consequences that usually succeed
And only if I told him, what he was doin was wrong
So I pray for you Jay, in the words of a song

Chorus:
Here today to raise up my glass,
To any real nigga, prematuraly lyin under the grass
I got dead homies, and damn i miss them
Rest in peace to all the real that are (Out of Commission)
NIggas whos lives, ended real bitter
So I'm here to pour out a little liquor,
Violence is a habit, we need to break the addiction
Rest in peace to all the real that are (Out of Commission)

Verse 2: (Outro)
Not ready to surrender to defeat, because Im on a mission
To prevent any more of my homies from goin out of commission
I call for the abolition of acquisition of ammunition
Preaching change like a politician, but im no magician
In fact im just a musician, just tryna to make a difference
Peoples intuition, hustlers ambition, leading to the usual tradition
No submission to the laws jurisdiction, causing niggas to go to prison
Stemming from an addiction, or great affliction, followed by conviction
I'll now transition, and ask the world one more time to listen
My dead homies, i miss em, Hood sees more dead bodies than a mortician
Not ready to surrender to defeat, because Im on a mission
To prevent any more of my homies from goin out of commission
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So save me your sorrys I'm raisin a Army
Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley
We sparkin da irons marchin to Zion
You know how Nas be NYC state of mind I'm in