PAROLES
[Intro]
Wah de bloodclat do yuh, siddung (siddung)
Thraxx
I know that they all work, play it, play it
Yeah
Scar, uh
[Verse]
Keeping it light, won’t set aside
Anything goes, two shots to your durag
Leap from the sky, no loadout
See enemies on site, let’s go, fam
Deep in the night, all blacked out
Move dead, silent, lookin’ like who’s that?
Make a boy fear for his life
You don’t wanna see Scar solo in the Gulag
Eugh
Still an insane child, what?
Killing the same style, stop
Watch me kick back, make gwap
Bodying tracks ain’t long
Look at these stats, I’m lost
How many albums? God
Fire like dalsim, uh
How did they doubt this, uh
My accountants talking hundreds of thousands
Pissed they grounded the flight
Can’t go nowhere but sent me the fabric
Soon drop DXXM, Life that’s a real care package
With some tactical status
Fuck running off to the future
I’ma stay ten toes down with the classics
Been a bossman from early
Been on a level with product and tactics
Armed with the vibe, no really though
Can’t we decide, I’m winning, hoe
Stars in my eyes, I’ve been involved
Far from a lie, still cynical
Can’t be denied, not difficult
Hard to describe, admissable
Can’t be defined, I’m mythical
Larger than life but minimal
Half of my times invisible
Lost it again
Fuck moving forward and making amends
Vision distorted, I’m taking a rest
Do what I like, give a fuck what you said
Keep up the silence, it looks like you’re dead
I’m never tryin’, I’m really the best
Balance is easy, I talk and I vent
But if it’s a war then I’ll take off your head
I’m an insane child
Still blacked out in the day time
Never show face or waste time, don
Bars stay cold on god
Traveled the world, nonstop
Easy enough
Let me see facts, not bluffs
Dropping my shit in a rush
Seeking the level above
I cannot fathom a fuck
[Chorus]
It’s mad if you see me there
It’s mad if you see me there
It’s mad if you see me there
It’s mad if you see me there
In the gulag with a shotty
In the gulag with a shotty, pump-action straight to your head
In the gulag with a shotty
In the gulag with a shotty, goin’ straight for your head
In the gulag with a shotty
In the gulag with a shotty, pump-action straight to your head
In the gulag with a shotty
In the gulag with a shotty, goin’ straight for your head
