Fall

Fall - Choc - Stock lyrics

[Vakill]

I was the nicest for at least the last six months

Single went dope, got heavy rotation from Funk Flex

and didnt have to ask Stick once

Penned flows that was most quoted

Kept the toast loaded for magazine critics incase the

alleged niggaz ghostwrote it

Spit with the armored fist

And for a list had no escape route from the slums so

round it became an orifice

Now I'm eating good and pushing whips

Problem is, I'm pussy whipped by a bitch that dropped

me same time the label did

Album sells wasn't well, no reach quota

So my foundation which was once mentally and

financially stable slid

Traumas all, was on alchohol plus I done acid

Put every egg into one basket

Now my mind rages cause imposters of label reps

getting gun blasted

Won passed it

Fuck it, one life, one love, one casket

Wound up at the CEO office and blow his flesh of his chest

And left that nigga slumped on his office desk

[Chorus]

My mouth wasn't built to handle rejection

(I'm Fallen)

You only fucking with, answer the question

(I'm Fallen)

Fuck trying to reason with logic

Reason with this sixteen shot cartridge holding a

label hostage

[Slug]

How many are dead?

How many gain pieces does he have now?

(two, one woman and one man)

Now here we go again

Another day trying to defend a belief

Time to make friends with the beast

How many guns he got?

Only one's been shot

Let me see his demands

And a copy of the foreplans

Whats the odds of suicidal?

Let's try to get him on the horn

And inform him of my arrival

N-n-n-n-n-no no vest

I'm going in soft

If he's gonna take my head off then he's gotta take my

head off

Now what's his name?

Does he have a family?

What's his background?

Did he pick the place randomly?

Get his girl on the phone

Locate his mom

(Move, move, move people now, now)

We're dealing with a time bomb

And I'mma take it through the front door

Look him in the eyes

See if we can make this grown man cry

[Chorus]

[V:] Lets sway my options, and put in perspective my postition

Stop the mission

It's a straight shot to prison without a pot to piss in

Fuck the negotiating, I don't expect for you cops to listen

You probably setting me up to get shot by a

sharpshooter from the SWAT devision

Tell them bitches I won't be that easily overthrown

I know they're listening in on your mobile phone

You don't know my pain, you're probably living like a

king on some noble throne

In the suburbs with a fucking Camero and a mobile home

All I want is my deal back

But the A&R stays put, in turn, I'll give you the intern

[S:] What's the catch

[V:] I want an even bigger deal

No funny shit cause I'm holding the trigger's steel

and I'll drop this bitch faster than Jigga did to Mil

[S:] Alright I hear you

But still it's my responsibility

To guarentee these hostages are walking out of here with me

Your everything is on their safety

[V:] Yo Fuck, that

[S:] Yo, no way around that

We've got the place surrounded

So what's your call kid

Your move, whatchya gonna do?

You've gotta face the truth

(Wait I've gotta face the truth)

Cause the more I toss it all around my head

The more I feel

Everything that you said

Alright so here's the fucking deal

Gimme the intern

Let the A&R burn

And as far as I'm concerned this meeting is adjurned

The woman and I, we're about to walk out that door

Here's a handshake soldier cause we both won the war

[A&R:] Wait, Wait, what are you leaving for its your job

Come back here

[V:] Naw, fuck that

[A&R:] Wait, wait we can think this up now cause-

[V:] Naw, fuck that, fuck you

[Vakill]

How can you reason with the brain savagely ripped from it's humane frame

Gave sweat, tears, and slit a main vain

Now I aim flame and squeeze out a vengeance for every

career the industry ruined 4,080 in this fucked up game playing

Open ya mouth foul bitch

Cause now I got this 40-cal-inch *gunshot* for you to tussle

I keep bullets for every artist that signed a loud pitch

Funny sometimes

I fast fake and take a tumultuous twist in life's style switch

I don't know what world beyond this lies

But I can see my future, not just career through Ganda's eyes

Once I let this slug out, I struck out

Nevermind my side of the playing field till I was underneath the dugout

No matters, what could possibly be worse

Unless that somehow the tables was reversed

I know the Jakes is coming and I can't wait to let this heat burst

I'ma kill everybody

And just to prove that I ain't bullshitting

I'ma start with me first [gunshot]

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