Luci Kane Smith - Nomb3rs Lyrics

Wicked souls Play'n wicked roles
Death com'n a round the hood
Tak'n souls

Bodies and souls by the numbers
They putt'n em in a box
And keeping it on the under
Wicked souls Play'n wicked roles
Death com'n a round the hood
Tak'n souls

New -World -order
Framed him up on some dirty shit
They f*ck'n Ran em down
Muzzle brake on nat 30 stick
Take'n souls on that red dawn in the morning shit
Erased his whole life on that disappear'n shit

Um!

In yo pockets double dipp'n
Ain't no f*ck'n credit wit it
Com'n wit it com'n to get it
Promise they go come and kill it
He ran him down for miles
Caught and killed himself a pedophile
Bigger figures politicians
F*cking wit minors
F*ck'n wit minors
They gave Jeffrey an Island

Wicked souls

Staring at you dead in yo face
While you being played

Bodies and souls by the numbers
They putt'n em in a box
And keeping it on the under
And keeping it on the under

Wicked souls Play'n wicked roles
Death com'n a round the hood
Tak'n souls

Com'n out of pocket Trippin

Putt'n em in a box

Com'n out of pocket Trippin

Criminal minded ina carnival of criminals
29 years of shues broken up in intervals
The cell that I dwell is like hell up on this earth
Surrounded by killahs just like me doomed from birth
Bodies and souls doin numbers
They lock em in boxes
And keeping it on the under
Have you ever wondered?
What it would take
To survive so much time on your head
Feels like you're buried alive
Know that I'm always press'n the line
And I'm pack,n banger on my hip with a sharp tip
Pho when it's crack'n
Whoa!
As the blood flows
Neck full a holes wit da quickness
Never the victim or suspect
Down with da sickness
If you want it you can run up if you need it
Got the the soul of a savage
And it's hungry so i feed it
So defeated left ya flat ina yard
And you need it
Hellacopter life flighting you out
Mission Completed.

Wicked souls Play'n wicked roles
Com'n out of pocket Trippin
Death com'n a round the hood
Tak'n souls

Bodies and souls by the numbers
They putt'n em in a box
And keeping it on the under

Take'n souls

Got you looking at your window on yo tippy toes.
Nobody knows upon streets I used to roam.
In yo backyard sitting on yo tree
Do my violence in silence
You don't hear me
You don't fear me
Cause you neva know I'm coming
But I am
You better start running
Which way you going?
You don't even know
I'm the bogeyman looking in ya window
Came looking for ya
Tell ya girl nice titties though!
I think I see the signs but nobody knows
We don't think they do
But no evidence that shows
We just filled in our Bones
And our flesh tho
Feel the vibe and for the manifesto
Dark Knight and the dark skies
Of the zone of the lost souls
Pace'n when I walked by
Hiding in the shadows
Lurking in the moonlight
Feel the vibe of that flow that be that insight
Set the object with the crows pecking in the night
Feel the lost spirits
Wondering towards the light
No wrath on the path
No end in sight
Off to the heavens,
But you ain't got no flight.

Death com'n a round the hood

Tak'n souls

Bodies and souls by the numbers
They putt'n em in a box
And keeping it on the under
Putt'n em in a box

Com'n out of pocket Trippin

Com'n a round the hood

Wicked souls Play'n wicked roles
Death com'n a round the hood