In These Times - Conejo

In these times dawg of hate and pain

I sit up in my office and snort that Caine

Gun dealer coming over I’ma make that purchase

Then take the weapons back to the H gang fortress

So know this

You can’t get like me

I’m immortal with the flow it’s ah bust or reload

The party’s over as we enter the building

Ese Gatos in the booth and Venom just chilling

I’m the purist from my dope that money can buy

Rap sheet resumé

I’m high in the sky

You can find me on the ab with the tiny midgets

Homie two young bitches trying to shoot me the digits

Sound like ah set up

It could be my last

If the instrumental sick I’ll mop the floor with your

ass

This is lyrical crack so just grab them Tec’s

It’s like como dice it’s the Wild Wild West

But C Rock got ah plan don’t you know

In my do or die city you can lose your soul

The same place where everyone on parole

Survival is ah must we doing damage control

We the meanest and yeah I mean this

I rose from the ash like ah fucking phoenix

I smashed on you’re hood figures with triggers

Homie led fucking bullets with the stainless delivers

I’m ah giver of poetry close your eyes smoke ah blunt

That’s the master key

The P. D's gave the third degree

To warn all my boys out in Tennessee

They got nothing

I was back on the road

I still keep in touch with secret codes

The Gat I reload is about to explode

On any barricade in the way of my low

That’s real and no ones to blame

Cause the music never had an effect on my brain

I learn shit of the shit I saw

That mix with the streets C.O.N so raw

That’s my Aztec blood

Give me the thirst for blood

There’s many ways to get it one of them is the flood

I keep it bloody

Angel of Death cold blooded

But muthufuckers know that’s the way I run

I’m 100 proof I’ma raise the roof

Then get away cleana operate so smooth

You want the truth then here it is

I’m ah Warlock Wizard and I Conjure shit

Behind the seas is ah must

From the day that I left I had to readjust

Had to bust and toke angel dust

Think about jail and the knifes I’ll thrust