Invetro Lyrics
| Song | Invetro |
| Artist | Organized Konfusion |
| Album | The Equinox |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Baskerville, Best, Jamerson | |
| Verse One | |
| Two weeks before my old man busted up in her | |
| My moms never walked slow | |
| Now she smoke crack, sit back, and listen to talk shows | |
| I hope she don't eat pork fried rice tonight | |
| See, the cholesterol already got my arteries tight | |
| I might select even before she injects her lethal chemicals to wrap the umbilical cords around my neck | |
| Shit, I'm pissin' in the abdomen | |
| Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin' men | |
| Unravelin' plots and plans for thievin' and shit | |
| Immune to the gospel, not believin' in shit | |
| Where the fuck do | |
| I go from here? | |
| Cuz when the afterbirth disperse it's hard to persevere | |
| I swear I can't fuck with it | |
| She hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and | |
| I'm stuck with it | |
| The asthmatic, internally scarred from crack addicts | |
| Who share needles outside in the rain on | |
| Kraftmatics and laugh at it | |
| I guess for them it seems funny but soon | |
| I be the nigga who kills for petty money presume | |
| Inside this | |
| Temple of | |
| Doom we throw the womb | |
| I bloom to be emitted in | |
| June, considered a coon | |
| Livin' my life incomplete though | |
| On the edge of destruction, invetro | |
| Chorus (x2) | |
| I'd rather not be born than to be scorned in this world of hate | |
| Where life escape me and stick me like thorn | |
| Wild like child porn -ography, the autobi of the unborn | |
| Verse Two | |
| Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity is my light | |
| Fear it but very coherent that there's a fifty percent chance that | |
| I might Not make it in spite of the fact, it's my life | |
| And can't take it, knowin' that | |
| I'm losin' this fight to contradiction | |
| The love with the hatred inviting friction | |
| Umbilically inflicted, watchin' my life go down like | |
| Christion | |
| Understand mommy dearest is confused right now but my faith brings us through someway, somehow | |
| From now I vow to invest the livin', bow only to | |
| God The coke's tokes and tell-lie-vision violence already got me scarred | |
| Disregard what the devil allowed on my set | |
| This city's number one threat, huh | |
| Bet I could probably run for mayor on some shit like that one day | |
| Or get my hustle on, just like my dad, quiet as kept for the long stay | |
| Flow as a positive form to first step | |
| I want some friends and a ill-ass fuckin' neighbourhood rep 600 | |
| Benz gooseneck with a | |
| Nakamichi system in it | |
| Graduated from a rookie, rolled-up windows tinted | |
| Desire presented for ice cream, | |
| Big Wheels, local rented movies | |
| From Power | |
| Rangers, Lion | |
| King, Toy | |
| Story and | |
| Goonies But the bomb, at least that's what | |
| I heard Beyond my 9 to 5's | |
| I write a dope rap song but with your insides gone the vision is frail | |
| Dreams can't set sail | |
| From all that unprotected sex and cold | |
| Ballantyne ales | |
| Oh well, I still prevail, | |
| God always has something in store for me outside this hell, move on | |
| Torn in the eyes of | |
| Allah, scorned when the dawn distortion upon | |
| My abortion clinic visit in the morn | |
| Chorus (x2) | |
| I'd rather be born, shine as the true and livin' | |
| Spawned to live this gift to the fullest, shit is on | |
| Still rethinkin' my position until | |
| I'm gone Mission is to elevate mind | |
| Glisten, destined forever, weather the storm |
| zuo ci : Baskerville, Best, Jamerson | |
| Verse One | |
| Two weeks before my old man busted up in her | |
| My moms never walked slow | |
| Now she smoke crack, sit back, and listen to talk shows | |
| I hope she don' t eat pork fried rice tonight | |
| See, the cholesterol already got my arteries tight | |
| I might select even before she injects her lethal chemicals to wrap the umbilical cords around my neck | |
| Shit, I' m pissin' in the abdomen | |
| Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin' men | |
| Unravelin' plots and plans for thievin' and shit | |
| Immune to the gospel, not believin' in shit | |
| Where the fuck do | |
| I go from here? | |
| Cuz when the afterbirth disperse it' s hard to persevere | |
| I swear I can' t fuck with it | |
| She hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and | |
| I' m stuck with it | |
| The asthmatic, internally scarred from crack addicts | |
| Who share needles outside in the rain on | |
| Kraftmatics and laugh at it | |
| I guess for them it seems funny but soon | |
| I be the nigga who kills for petty money presume | |
| Inside this | |
| Temple of | |
| Doom we throw the womb | |
| I bloom to be emitted in | |
| June, considered a coon | |
| Livin' my life incomplete though | |
| On the edge of destruction, invetro | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| I' d rather not be born than to be scorned in this world of hate | |
| Where life escape me and stick me like thorn | |
| Wild like child porn ography, the autobi of the unborn | |
| Verse Two | |
| Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity is my light | |
| Fear it but very coherent that there' s a fifty percent chance that | |
| I might Not make it in spite of the fact, it' s my life | |
| And can' t take it, knowin' that | |
| I' m losin' this fight to contradiction | |
| The love with the hatred inviting friction | |
| Umbilically inflicted, watchin' my life go down like | |
| Christion | |
| Understand mommy dearest is confused right now but my faith brings us through someway, somehow | |
| From now I vow to invest the livin', bow only to | |
| God The coke' s tokes and telllievision violence already got me scarred | |
| Disregard what the devil allowed on my set | |
| This city' s number one threat, huh | |
| Bet I could probably run for mayor on some shit like that one day | |
| Or get my hustle on, just like my dad, quiet as kept for the long stay | |
| Flow as a positive form to first step | |
| I want some friends and a illass fuckin' neighbourhood rep 600 | |
| Benz gooseneck with a | |
| Nakamichi system in it | |
| Graduated from a rookie, rolledup windows tinted | |
| Desire presented for ice cream, | |
| Big Wheels, local rented movies | |
| From Power | |
| Rangers, Lion | |
| King, Toy | |
| Story and | |
| Goonies But the bomb, at least that' s what | |
| I heard Beyond my 9 to 5' s | |
| I write a dope rap song but with your insides gone the vision is frail | |
| Dreams can' t set sail | |
| From all that unprotected sex and cold | |
| Ballantyne ales | |
| Oh well, I still prevail, | |
| God always has something in store for me outside this hell, move on | |
| Torn in the eyes of | |
| Allah, scorned when the dawn distortion upon | |
| My abortion clinic visit in the morn | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| I' d rather be born, shine as the true and livin' | |
| Spawned to live this gift to the fullest, shit is on | |
| Still rethinkin' my position until | |
| I' m gone Mission is to elevate mind | |
| Glisten, destined forever, weather the storm |
| zuò cí : Baskerville, Best, Jamerson | |
| Verse One | |
| Two weeks before my old man busted up in her | |
| My moms never walked slow | |
| Now she smoke crack, sit back, and listen to talk shows | |
| I hope she don' t eat pork fried rice tonight | |
| See, the cholesterol already got my arteries tight | |
| I might select even before she injects her lethal chemicals to wrap the umbilical cords around my neck | |
| Shit, I' m pissin' in the abdomen | |
| Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin' men | |
| Unravelin' plots and plans for thievin' and shit | |
| Immune to the gospel, not believin' in shit | |
| Where the fuck do | |
| I go from here? | |
| Cuz when the afterbirth disperse it' s hard to persevere | |
| I swear I can' t fuck with it | |
| She hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and | |
| I' m stuck with it | |
| The asthmatic, internally scarred from crack addicts | |
| Who share needles outside in the rain on | |
| Kraftmatics and laugh at it | |
| I guess for them it seems funny but soon | |
| I be the nigga who kills for petty money presume | |
| Inside this | |
| Temple of | |
| Doom we throw the womb | |
| I bloom to be emitted in | |
| June, considered a coon | |
| Livin' my life incomplete though | |
| On the edge of destruction, invetro | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| I' d rather not be born than to be scorned in this world of hate | |
| Where life escape me and stick me like thorn | |
| Wild like child porn ography, the autobi of the unborn | |
| Verse Two | |
| Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity is my light | |
| Fear it but very coherent that there' s a fifty percent chance that | |
| I might Not make it in spite of the fact, it' s my life | |
| And can' t take it, knowin' that | |
| I' m losin' this fight to contradiction | |
| The love with the hatred inviting friction | |
| Umbilically inflicted, watchin' my life go down like | |
| Christion | |
| Understand mommy dearest is confused right now but my faith brings us through someway, somehow | |
| From now I vow to invest the livin', bow only to | |
| God The coke' s tokes and telllievision violence already got me scarred | |
| Disregard what the devil allowed on my set | |
| This city' s number one threat, huh | |
| Bet I could probably run for mayor on some shit like that one day | |
| Or get my hustle on, just like my dad, quiet as kept for the long stay | |
| Flow as a positive form to first step | |
| I want some friends and a illass fuckin' neighbourhood rep 600 | |
| Benz gooseneck with a | |
| Nakamichi system in it | |
| Graduated from a rookie, rolledup windows tinted | |
| Desire presented for ice cream, | |
| Big Wheels, local rented movies | |
| From Power | |
| Rangers, Lion | |
| King, Toy | |
| Story and | |
| Goonies But the bomb, at least that' s what | |
| I heard Beyond my 9 to 5' s | |
| I write a dope rap song but with your insides gone the vision is frail | |
| Dreams can' t set sail | |
| From all that unprotected sex and cold | |
| Ballantyne ales | |
| Oh well, I still prevail, | |
| God always has something in store for me outside this hell, move on | |
| Torn in the eyes of | |
| Allah, scorned when the dawn distortion upon | |
| My abortion clinic visit in the morn | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| I' d rather be born, shine as the true and livin' | |
| Spawned to live this gift to the fullest, shit is on | |
| Still rethinkin' my position until | |
| I' m gone Mission is to elevate mind | |
| Glisten, destined forever, weather the storm |
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