Stormy Thursday - Conejo

Got a legion to the street

Where the treacherous vivid

A hypnotic crew

That’s the way that I’m living

The mind travel, I don’t need no prove

A tune of terror

Spring play the truth

And it’s chilling, the upside of fear

I’m the last man standing

Ruth pours no tears

Hell in session

The belly of the beast

On a midnight express

With a first class seat

That’s a ride, with the deadly drifter

Ese no remorse, unextortion inflictor

Where you at, that’s your burial ground

My revenge, is so profound

Tough corner, the deluxe edition

A broker dreams

That’s encrypt with mission

Off the record, I’m ah hit man gambler

And that could tell you something about my case debater

A Stormy Thursday

You could die the worse way

Got the boom box playing new shit from Cold play

I’m cold man, and I payed my due’s

So this pound right here is for personal use

I made the news

On a Stormy Thursday

Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play

So no way, you could enter the dead end

If you ain’t from the hache

Then your bound to get it

It got me walking, the twilight path

A nocturnal killer, that’s build to last

This ah thriller, on the horizon

Gats all around

When I summence the violence

Convicted, the tiny radical crimey

It’s a right of passage, send the wolfs to find me

Million bullets, from the butcher shop

The march of death, it just don’t stop

They want some justice, for a brown ass quiff

Cause everything I flow sound good with the beat

This are the memoirs, of an anarchist

I gotta keep it real, I was timing this

Aggression, got me gripping the Uzi

Taking a risk, ah pirhana Jacuzzi

Let it slow, a cocaine explosion

I’ve been chasing dragons

Homie that’s my compulsion

A Stormy Thursday

You could die the worse way

Got the boom box playing new shit from Cold play

I’m cold man, and I payed my due’s

So this pound right here is for personal use

I made the news

On a Stormy Thursday

Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play

So no way, you could enter the dead end

If you ain’t from the hache

Then your bound to get it

I woke up, on a rainy morning

In the studio all night, new album recording

It was concerning, events on my life

Shit about this wars in my spiritual life

I called up, for a pound of smoke

I met 'im in the bar, like a tiny lok

I check the product, I took a whiff

It’ll put you on the edge, push your ass off the cliff

I was followed, as I was getting my dough

The fucking under covers wanna end my song

I’m toe to toe, with all my foe’s

Shout out to cartoon, down aske road

Ese back to decision as I listen to tracks

Rolling up some blunts from my indica sack

They gave more, a West Coast recession

Weak ass case I was out three seconds

A Stormy Thursday

You could die the worse way

Got the boom box playing new shit from Cold play

I’m cold man, and I payed my due’s

So this pound right here is for personal use

I made the news

On a Stormy Thursday

Homie C Mac-11 got the gangster work play

So no way, you could enter the dead end

If you ain’t from the hache

Then your bound to get it