25 Ta Life lyrics

Artist  : Saafir 
Song : 25 Ta Life



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 f/ Mahasin



Peace

Here to explain to you 25 to life

It's not no criminal shit

But then again it is

It's some lyrical shit

From the abyss



[ VERSE 1: Saafir ]

What else am I to do, I'm not seein no more

Revenue, I try to detach myself from life

So catastrophies never grace my path

I couldn't never play (what?) the part, so I
started

With heartmarkers never mark me

I never crossed the Parker's Brothers path

The absent minded applicant denied

See, these rhymes are designed to stretch the
skin

Anticipation of the Junction

Jerkin your ass into a ??? worker answer to fly
by night

Vision emulates precision

A trait for greatness related to liquidation of
the character

When animation consumes your whole conversation
like vapor

I'ma mangle that ass like a acre, I'm a
get-paider

You're on my land, my ancestor's mindstate

Make platinum in the ears of a large resident

I be in charge of the canibal's canabis

Where hot shit, ain't no fannin this, when I
write it's 25 to life



(For every rhyme I write it's 25 to life)		-->
Havoc



[ Saafir ]

25 to life

It's a mindstate, straight up and down

Stay hard

In your foundation keep mobbin

Youknowmsayin?

Don't slip like these gased at paid niggas



[ VERSE 2: Mahasin ]

I get a strike every time I touch the mic

Marks got a bounty on my head from scripts
read

Mahasin lyric assassin leave yo ass for dead

You have no stamina, amateur

And don't know my caliber

I make the party say ho at the show

From the verbal calico with nuff ammo

Quick to clown these tricks and these broads

Cause they rhymes ain't hard

Wack MC walk away scarred

Cause they didn't know what they was in fo'

Didn't have the proper info

I'm an underground soldier savage on the
rhyme

And I'm goin for mine, can't knock it

Dare not try to stop it

Can't get with the sick shit that I spit

I ain't yo punk bitch

You have no stash, so how can you profit?

Rob you of your props, run, get the cops

But I'll disappear into thin air

Make your life a misdemeanor

Know what I mean, huh?

Crime scene clean smooth getaway



[ Saafir ]

Youknowmsayin?

Non-detectable

Can't be seen

But we the usual suspectuals

Yaknawmsayin?

You can find us

All you gotta do is look baby

Peep



[ VERSE 3: Saafir ]

Mentally I'm here, Saafir is focused like
Minolta

Yoko Ono couldn't sow no linen like this

I'm on the john shittin these writtens

Lickin my fingers like a banker

Swingin it like a shanker

Paint a picture like a Van Gogh

Flow faster than a locomotive

I bounced a hoe as sho' as holdin my balls like
boulders

Bustin shots through the holster

A quarter century

To life means describin the lyrical pimp in me
(bitch)

When I write for the likes of criminals at
night

Striking through the night for life



Junction riders

Puttin it down

H.J.'s

Deflectin these hate rays

Knowmsayin?

From '98 to whatever

That's how it goes down

West Oakland solider

Biatch