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MAGAZINES

from PSYCHIC SOLDIER by CHANCE

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Magazines Instrumental

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Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes
You know what that is?
The suspense of automatic gunfire

I hit you harder than a full grip
When I bust out a clip and I blast you with that shit
I got my magz loaded and I’m anticipating the split
Between the cranium and the burst of bloodshed
Shit
I told you once before that I'm feelin' like an animal
Hunting you down and I’m feelin' like a cannibal
I could eat you alive with every word word that I spit
But I’d rather blast the fuck out of you, bitch

I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines
I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines
I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines
I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines

These magazines? They’re all callin' your name
It’s etched into the motherfuckin’ frame
Got my sights up just right and then I pull that trigga
Cuz, you can’t escape from this gangsta ass nigga
Hot on the trail of them assassins as well
They talk that shit, but they still ain’t swung yet
Pucker up your lips and kiss on the tip
Of my fucking A.K.
You been beggin’ for this shit

I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines
I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines
I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines
I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines

(I tried) (You lied)
You hear them bells?
They’re calling you to hell
Scorched you a path
I’m on the hunt for you
Can’t you tell?
Pull the trigger? I might as well
You wreak of lies and all that covergirl
Yeah, them headlines’ll sell
I’m counting bullets
As I’m loading my clips
I do it all myself
I put my fingerprints all over that shit
That way I can say I was the one who pulled the hit

Prrrrahh, prrrrahh
Aye,
Where you goin’ bitch?
The fun just started as I’m patching that glitch
What you runnin’ for?
You’re the one who did this shit
All I’m doing is describing to you the event
You don’t like what you hear?
Then, maybe you shouldn’t have played the fat cat?
What do cops say?
You should’ve thought about that
Now you actin like a bitch?
I watch how you squirm from behind duct taped lips

I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines
I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines
I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines
I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines
I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines
I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines
I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines
I tried
You lied
And everywhere I be
I’m dumpin’ magazines

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from PSYCHIC SOLDIER, released August 12, 2005

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