Top Songs By Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Composer
Jamie Spaniolo
Songwriter
Christopher Rouleau
Songwriter
Lyrics
Recognize that I am not alive
I survived in the sands of the hourglass of time
I'm the chalk line outline everything is mine
From the wind to the Earth to the shadows far behind
I'm the stars in the sky and I shine so bright
I'm eternal, I'm the reason that the day turns night
I'm the water and the sun, I'm the bullet in your gun
I'm the finger on the trigger, and I'm 'bout to blast one
I ain't ever give a shit, all them bitches better recognize
The dead motherfucker on the block
And I'm baptized in the blood of the fallen
Keep it G, goin' Ham, Yosemite Sam
Fuck around, be the next hologram
Big dawg way off the collar, don't bother
With the cage, can't keep me like the way I need my space
Goin' six feet deep, where the dead man sleeps
With the rats that creep, am I blessed for weeks?
A-a-and the maggots still seep by the open wounds
Dressed like a Vagabond draped in tatted runes
I've been left for dead, misread and misquoted
Been stepped over, a lesser man woulda folded
Under pressures of those with their bloated egos
Sense of righteousness and the path that they chose
Never know the half, you are last, you're the past
Goin' backwards real fast, that's why they laugh (that's why they laugh)
Recognize that I am not alive
I survived in the sands of the hourglass of time
I'm the chalk line outline everything is mine
From the wind to the Earth to the shadows far behind
I'm the stars in the sky and I shine so bright
I'm eternal, I'm the reason that the day turns night
I'm the water and the sun, I'm the bullet in your gun
I'm the finger on the trigger, and I'm 'bout to blast one
It's all about broke, you bitches better hope
I don't see you on the streets 'cause I'm goin' to your dome
With the handle of the 38 special fuckin' tissue
Facial reconstruction from the beatin' that I issue
Fuck you, no one miss you, you's a bitch, it's official
Talk that shit, get your neck slit quick on some box cutter shit
Off the graveyard shift, laugh as blood drips, yellin', "Majik Ninja bitch"
You think you know me? If only you fuckin' phony
Think a motherfucker can control me? You can blow me
And blow balls of the has been stars
As they fall, they about as relevant as a mall
Meanin' they dyin' off, last march on the east
Take your last five bucks, savor the last dance
You had your chance, did yo' thing, pop bottles
Had everything in your grips just like you won the lotto
Recognize that I am not alive
I survived in the sands of the hourglass of time
I'm the chalk line outline everything is mine
From the wind to the Earth to the shadows far behind
I'm the stars in the sky and I shine so bright
I'm eternal, I'm the reason that the day turns night
I'm the water and the sun, I'm the bullet in your gun
I'm the finger on the trigger, and I'm 'bout to blast one
Written by: Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Christopher Rouleau, Jamie Spaniolo