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Shuma Gorath

from From My Cold Dead Hands by Frigid Giant

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lyrics

1st Verse
See I bounced back from the tipping point,
chisel tip with that real shit,
half the time I feel annoyed,
there's a billion rappers,
that's two billion stories,
most about blunt wraps,
mine's about the guts and the glory,
if it's death before dishonor,
you're suicide bombers,
there's a lot of power behind that mantra,
mastered every pillar,
ego's uglier than scut farkus,
i keep it tight in the box like mr. marcus,
my life is hardship, but shit it's all good,
take a cruise in the whip,
I don't miss any hood,
its a rust belt poem,
boarded up homes,
fields full of litter,
but the sunshine is gold,
the lakes looking pretty,
we got babes to match,
outside of that we make do from scratch,
always lacing tracks,
fall is for cuffin,
but summer's for taking ass,
baking babies on her back
shoulda used that soul rap
shuma gorath

2nd Verse
See I'm from the 'Lo and thats where I roam,
but I been around the globe,
living off the flow,
people think it's cold,
but they don't even know,
cuz when the temperature rises,
body bags is flying,
every day on the news,
I wish I was lying,
I lost good friends and better opportunities,
if we could offer our community some kind of unity,
we could break the stigma of utter lunacy,
and everything would be cool with me,
but it's not and I question where I'm living,
under a dark cloud its like a different dimension,
negative projection, casting long shadows,
but they don't wanna battle,
I'm going for the gusto, the artvoice, the times, the village Voice with Michael Musto,
and I'm doing it for Buffalo,
so stop frontin like some gold caps,
but you know that,
Shuma Gorath

3rd Verse:
See I'm my own man,
aint nobody controlling him,
Im on a quest to escape
and make plutonian simmolians,
plus I'm smooth like emolients,
so if you got a problem,
y'all can go and hold my dick,
chip toothin' it,
find me at the waterfront,
sippin vodka out of a fountain cup,
or red solo, han solo, get a hand job then I'm dolo,
frigid freeze for a tease at tiffany's go-go,
y'all aint shit to me, febreeze, got enemies, poppin up in every photo,
more so as I put my life down on these bar napkins,
the gnar captain, chewing caps that's captivating magic,
wrote this in a flashback, looking back at my life and all that had happened,
its a place that sucks you in,
medusa with the sno cap and humans go mad,
Shuma Gorath

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from From My Cold Dead Hands, released May 13, 2014
Produced by FreeLance

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