B U S H I D O

by X U I C E H A D E S

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released 21 December 2011

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Track Name: NightsAloneWithMycrophone
My mic sounds nice check one
One!
One!
…check two
Bet I fly high anytime I jet thru,
thru,
thru,
January to March
Karma, luck, both was bad.
Bought a new tee gotta overdraft.
Hit the freeway tried to coast and crashed.
Then caught smokin and my folks was mad…
Got damn!

Kick back, hold a draft,
until hip hop mess around and holds a draft.
Where I can be first round,
first pick.
For I start pushin sniff n get thrown in the bing
If can talk to her now,
how I spit?
I’d be married to the game and come home wit a ring.
Colored people go for the gold, or the green
Negros know what I mean
If they seen…

Days, noons, nights
As you wait for the mood to strike...
For you to flip a page in a daze as you write a song
Yet to be alone.
To be alone...
till you hit the stage wit a mycrophone...
Mycrophone
MYCROPHONE

Mine is on.

“Its 3 am” Mom I know…
Gotta pick a new beat
To spit this new heat
And be rich by 2-3.

Can I stay in my zone.
…zoned.
Cannabis clouds in my dome,
be the staircase I climb to my throne.
Or wealth,
cuz you ‘n I know…
When Amerykah go Bad-
u can not call Tyrone..
Especially if he broke as you.
Sellin the color purp like Oprah do,
Wit his plan they’ll be lockin up both of you.

Mr. Obama, if you only knew…

My nigga…
I been Left right the road,
Up down the street,
Think I done wrote,
To a thousand beats.
Bass loud and deep.
But that silence, is sweet.
Matter fact,
I think I’m a down to see…

Days, noons, nights
As you wait for the mood to strike...
For you to flip a page in a daze as you write a song
Yet to be alone.
To be alone...
till you hit the stage wit a mycrophone...
Mycrophone
MYCROPHONE

Ooo
Ooooo

My mic sounds nice check one one one one one

Ooo
Ooooo

my mic sounds nice check two two two two

PEACE!
Track Name: Suicide Doors (Crash Course II)
And we back in this Maserati with the Nos tank
In place of a engine
venting
pretending, to be something I ain't...
Sane.
Foot over the edge
Clouds over my head,
but you ain't bout to find no rain.
Have I spoke too soon?
Maybe ya'll just fools and I was about to hydro-plane.
In tears.
Shits real
More i give up my brain the more that I can say my spirit gets killed
Made the same mistakes and forgot the seat belt
This time I hit the breaks I'm flying through the windshield.
Clear view
driving this ain't as easy as it may appear, you,
wanna see?
Well here's the keys.
My level of insanity's
the only place it's gon' steer you, but here duke...

Now
Lets take it where you never been before
but I go daily.
Daily.
Daily.
Daily.
Daily.
And ride behind my Suicide Doors,
which may drive you crazy.
Crazy
Crazy
CRAZY.
Crazy.
Crazy.

For real ya'll
I tried to find peace of mind, still lost
My past chasing me again
I switch to D from the N
I'm bout to peel off...
My skin, again, Proactiv go to work but the stress gon' win.

Fin...

This is where the Crash Course ends.