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​Red Light

This song is by Haystak and appears on the album Portrait Of A White Boy (2004).

Visions of me brutaly executed white sheets laying out there's no use in praying now I see what you were saying now about my big ass mouth and how it's going to be the reason I get taken out fuck 'em I won't duck 'em I'm going to live my life to the fullest like I have teflon skin that was resistant to bulletes my hearts right I just prayed last night and first thing I gave my life to god god god 'cause I couldn't control it I had to step out the equation I was trapped in the moment along with stacks of bread that made rubberband snap gang pressure that would have made another man snap blood pressure colesstoral heart complications gon' kill before these bitches they keep on procrastinating I came th the conclusion they ain't gon' do shit and I'm gon' call you a ho if the fucking shoe fits

You catch me at the red light sleeping sitting still catch me at the red light gripping on the wheel catch me at the red light aim for my head if you don't like one fucking thing I said.

Bitch I ain't no redneck they hear my shit and condemn vibe damn near called me a racial sumpremice like I'm a skinhead a mother fucking ariat ill tell you what I ain't, I ain't no fucking vegetarian we'll get to beefing machines will be beeping and bleeping them straps will get to clacking clicking don't get caught slipping we creeping and sneaking we let our actions do the speaking when you're leaking on the cement your gon' see what we meant I try to prevent to see what type of events y'all gon' make me do some shit I'm gon' resent and it won't be my first offence I'll probably to the pen where the color of your skin determines where you fit in and then I'll probably get shot for not pleadging alligiance but believe when your locked up your only friend in there is Jesus like him destine to die at the hands of my enemies I'm in drop tops like john f. kenneddy

You can catch me on a big boy dipping through the city set bitches had alot of chances they ain't never did it yet I ain't gon' sweat the threats I've excepted death and yet it gets bigger with every step I stepim on competetors as if they were roaches I'm the years of learning that turned players to coaches ah I cripple lyricist like polio or scoliosis MC's were ill till I dropped my diagnosis my boys are sending roses to those who oppose the allied forces roll like armored rolls royces we gotta make some choices I got 'em hearing vioces split 'em like moses with my herbal psycosis and what do I poses its scandalis this man is madness that's enough to make me go bananas damn ya I paid the price to be glamorousim under survallance I'm flipping fingers at the camera