K-Rino, Dope-E - S.L.I.P. lyrics

Case number 543027: K-Rino versus the United
States of America your Honor
We cannot fall victim to
This man's preposterous claim
That our fine American system is to
Blame for his negative actions
We the prosecution
Demand that K-Rino serve life in prison

Y'all couldn't tame me, so you stain me
You set me up, so if I
Blow up your fucking car, don't blame me
From the city to the county to the state pen
To the middle ward with all of the great men
Charles Manson and et cetera
Malicious manipulated miraculous
Mass murderer hard luck was born around me
Social setbacks
Financial depression mentally drowns me
I had a dream a cop tried to follow me
Pulled out a gun full of bullets


And made him swallow three
Backup came, I shot a 50 in a clutch
Getting hit by 49, I must be losing my touch
Woke up sweating with the premonition
He's a shark and my blade's a hook
Time to do some ho fishing
If I go to the White House
I'm willing to bet with no sweat
I could feel my motherfucking neck
Why work at Jack in the Box
When I can make a grand a
Day just by packing the rocks
Keep popping the shit you talk
I'll drive a truck in that asshole quick
Then parallel park
You developed these mean streets
Just to keep my black face on
Back of the green sheet
On Friday the 13th I rest myself
'Cause, I'm dropping motherfuckers on
Thursday the 12th that's why I SLIP

SLIP - Serving Life In Prison
SLIP - Serving Life In Prison
SLIP - Serving Life In Prison
SLIP - Serving Life In Prison

Your Honor, we have substantial amounts
Of evidence against this man i think his
Ass deserves to die he brings shame
And humiliation to this great
Great country we live in

I'm caught in a lifetime sentence
Yeah prejudiced set-up
Even if I'm locked up I'll never let up
I'm mentally scarred from the punishment
Society kept me in bondage for
Years now it's done again
I dropped out in the tenth
Never could go the length
Because the white education was never meant
Thought I was rough, now my reel I'm reading
Born with a bullet in my chest
Trunk and bleeding
Nobody read me, my leader misled me
I straight up broke the damn hand that fed me
Cold killed a cop
Knocked him out till his head split
Whooped him till he woke up
And said, "Man I'm dead, shit"
When he come i'm a brass knuckle bricker bomb
Tricks in my mix getting chewed
Like a stick of gum
Going through ya chest like a raygun
Been the main target of a
Social conspiracy since day one
I ain't calm yet, you jet when my palm sweats
Cannons and bullets
Firing squads and bomb threats
Wrapped in a cell block
Trapped in a jail lock
Sold rock, guns cocked
The mirrors in shell shock
Shit, got two kids, a son and a daughter
But my gal lost it so
She replaced a restraining order
Living life with cops steady grabbing me
The biggest mistake my momma
Made was having me walking the path quick
South Park first round draft pick
Half sick, I'm hard as a math trick
Dangerous, a brother you don't trust
The type to get a gun and
Just unload on a school bus
When I was ten they should
Have signed a document
Making me a permanent boy's home occupant
They say vote for a prez who's equipped
But why pick a captain if he
Can't steer the damn ship
The whole moral of these little tales
Is to display that the
Unnecessary bullshit still prevails
And that's wack life but
You ain't gotta listen
SLIP - Serving Life In Prison