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Windy Citizens

Rokko the R.E.B.L. on June 28, 2012 23:56

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Windy Citizens
Taurus Wrecks & Rokko prod. Bludshot
2012
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Windy Citizens

(Chorus)
When A cold wind blows in this town
They feel exposed sold your soul for this crown
What it is, were all windy citizens
So inside Im corrupt like my city is

When a cold wind blows from the lake
They feel exposed are you real are you fake
What it is, were all windy citizens
So inside Im corrupt like my city is

(Wrecks verse)
Vote for me as the Mayor of Haterville
Sold a bag o weed to the waiter to pay the bill

his fathers son Emcee Dick Daley
No Hand outs got his hand out like fuck you pay me

These cats are clowns, jon wayne gacey
Whack Emcees get locked in the basement

Crook county where you get no benefits
Look how much you paying for your cigarets

They got Smoke and mirrors shadows and silhouettes
Extorting that beat in one breath….

Run with Red eye Cabrini Green cereal killers
Mic Jax puts the meaning in thriller

Getting Kick backs of that gold and that silver
check Never on time, but they always deliver

Drink, fight, spit rhymes Put the ILL in ya liver
Smash tracks like Chicagorillas

spit lines corrupt as my city is
Rhymes never stale, bars fresher than my swisher is

(Chorus)

(Rokko verse) Son of corruption, its burnt into our roots

The fly on the wall’s the only one who know the truth

Wind blows, while I’m standing on the roof

And I creep up on the ledge to get a better point of view

Inhale the smoke, smash through all the mirrors

Get a little bit closer so I can see the picture clearer

Not far from cop cars, we on the same playing field

Above our heads is when the shit gets real

Cause there’s seats for sale, governors are in jail

And they worried about us and what we tryin to sell

There’s blues in our blood, we really just try to chill

And our mind state, is always instilled with ill

In the suburbs, the city and in city hall

We sell herb and whatever else we come across

And the beauty gets lost, when the legends start to fall

When the cold wind blows though you get to see it all

(Chorus)
credits
released 28 June 2012
Lyrics by Taurus Wrecks, Rokko
Production:Bludshot Beats- Bludshotbeats@gmail.com

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