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Shout out to Conan for the beat...

Johnny Bermana - Lyrical Gun (Produced by Sonace) mp3


Lyrics

Going down like a slut at a strip club,
Get up on the beat and make it right,
Gotta listen to the beat in your ear drum,
Battle me but it aint no fight-
Club, rule one, you aint saying SH!T son, Bang Bang lyrical gun,
This is a stick up you clerical bums,
This is clear cut conclusion of a mentally driven intrusion,
I’m fusing together with the evil in my mind,
I’m shootin, no better, than a spaz holding a 9,
I’m spraying everything no consequence,
And im saying what I think with confidence,
Cause ima c0cky bitch, to you concubines,
F*ck around and get f*cked from behind,
Provocative, unstoppable, got a gun on my mind I lock and load,
When I shoot I don’t get no carpetunnels,
Cause I shoot from the head like a vodka funnel,
And my brain is a weapons arsenal,
You don’t wana see the pain I could cause you all,
I could open up the gates and watch you fall,
Bang bang bang bang like a tommy gun,
My mind on attack like a wildebeest,
And you f*cked up when you tried to filter me,
But if you kill the moth than you kill the mothman,
Shut me up or get the f*ck out my crosshairs,


OK, angry pen to the page again,
Got a pent up rage engagement,
What I cage within is crazier and more insane than a Hussein reign again,
Insanely crazed Iranian,
Yo we don’t give a f*ck just hang the man,
Take a cell phone out and film the sh!t,
Put it on youtube get a billion hits,
No doubt that a backward f*ck should die,
But to hang him, and film it, and put it online?
Is a bit backward up in my mind,
So ink to the rhyme book; pass the time,
Got WMD’s for you whack MC’s,
So to every cat that tried to attack me,
Said I don’t make sense and have no meaning,
Compared me to Wayne cause im metaphorically,
Ten times better than you could ever dream,
Dream… Im inception bitch and I'm on your level three,
And- you keep dreaming I'll keep rapping, bitch I forgot how to sleep,
But- I just chill, shoot from the brain,
Hideout there is the place of the pain,
Push me there? Get the f*ck out my way,
Dangerous is my middle name,
No, dangerous is a little bit vain,
Cause who the f*ck am I to judge my own pain?
Could I diagnose the clicks in my brain?
I don’t think I had enough thoughts today,
And that’s a joke like H to the A,
T-E but I got a love gun babe,
I don’t give a f*ck that I lost my way,
Cause I don’t think I took enough pills today,
Yo I aint feeling right im coconuts,
And what you think about it G, should I open them up?
And I aint tryna break a motherf*ckers arm again,
Stay calm, be still... army men

I need some calm, I need some inspiration, need a blunt,
I need some sleep, I need some peace, I need different gun,
One that don’t keep me up, laying awake in bed
I need that goldeneye sh!t; silenced pp7,
Insomniac music, but I aint choose the name,
I got some big theories, but I’m deafened by the bang,
And I can’t f*cking sleep, so I take another pill,
Tourniquet my thoughts, but im still bleeding ill
Wanna know the stupid part of being stuck in this bullet garden?
I am the prisoner, but I'm also the f*cking warden,
I got assorted cell mates and some are sorta boring,
But most of them are nothing short of sordid sick abortions,
Welcome to my brain... Johnny coke train,
Not Johnny Coltrane, listen, Johnny COKE train,
That’s Johnny wired baby, let Johnny fire baby
Johnny Bermana’s out, now watch Johnny FUGAZI-
Crazy motherf*cker with a brain gun,
Tricky motherf*cker like Dame, Run-
Jason Mizell too, rest in peace way up in the blue,
Got a lotta heat, break necks with my shoes…
Sure, you might be here now but bitch you just the soup du jour,
And that means I am the main course, of course my ego is enormous,
Watch the ecosystem flourish-
As destroy all you boring organisms while you snoring-
Cause you spit like you were born with no salivatory glands… damn.