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DIAMOND SNARES

by Sapient

Talking: You think I'm having a good time?

Fuck no

They think that, uh maybe

Every once in a while my life is fun and games

But that shit is hectic

 

Set yourself free, ain't no shame in it

Fake gold chains make me feel sick

So do the real ones, no I don't feel ya

Shows by the millions, faces but no one's familiar

This the sound of the Northwest, it's so rare

Go there, then complain about how it's no fair

This some grown up shit that'll make you grow hair

On your balls, it's called testosterone, plair

 

Chorus:

You smilin' in face like life is fun

You might get punched

The thing about life, it isn't fair

Your beats sound broke, I got diamonds in my snares (Where)? (x2)

 

Yes Sape's a sensei

With no devoted students

I know you know my music

It gets you high as fuck

Like you overdose on shrooms, so when you bump it

You careful to be only smokin' buddah

The leatherneck letterhead is a better bet

I'm huntin' down cheddar like it's in treasure chests

Better than I ever been, and gettin' better yet

I don't think you ready for whatever's next

I'm gettin' the spot ready to pop

I'm not breaded but I'm not dreading my job

I'm spreading my thoughts

They heavy I'm letting them off

No more daydreams 'bout machetes beheading my boss, nah

Sandpeople bandanna

I am Camobear reppin', The Prime, we mad ample

Debaser in the place you basically manhandled

Yo we hittin' those licks like Santana

 

 

Chorus:

You smilin' in face like life is fun

You might get punched

The thing about life, it isn't fair

Your beats sound broke, I got diamonds in my snares (Where)? (x2)

 

You see barrels when I unfold my wings (wings)

I got this music in my dome to free (free)

Tryin' to make my way overseas

Then come home to the West Coast you know my steez

Yeah this is so yes bueno

The last thing that I need is less pesos

But I'm spendin' like there's nothing in my belfry

Nothing you can tell me, fuck it I'll be wealthy

Someday, down the line

I'm tryin' wet these little rappers leave 'em out to dry

For now, no guarantee that tomorrow will come

You could get punched in the face and swallow your tongue

 

 

Chorus:

You smilin' in face like life is fun

You might get punched

The thing about life, it isn't fair

Your beats sound broke, I got diamonds in my snares (Where)? (x2)

 

Hell no

I'm not out here havin' fun

The fuck?

That's some close range cheesin'

That's some close range cheesin'

Close range cheesin'