1-800-Suicide (Flip Squad remix)


INTRO:

Slam, slam, slam, slam, slam... (x)6

CHORUS: KRS-ONE sample

Suicide it's a suicide, bara ba ba
Suicide it's a suicide  (x)2

VERSE 1: Gate Keeper
 
Back in the ghetto it rained for 40 days
A-alike slained but I can't show no pain
My headache enormous proportions is the size of a bucket
Pain killers can't touch it
Yo, what my little brothers gone
Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife at my heart
We shared the good and the bad times
When moms broke out to the store, it was half time
I remember she came back, yo
And we'd got beatings with the high wheeled track
I felt the hurt from your own predicament
Lost your scholarship, can't play pro ball with torn ligaments
Career suddenly ended, your goals are offended
Suicide deft tips recommended to try black
But you and I verse as we bless the Earth
So let us pour the wine preventin' suicide

CHORUS: KRS-ONE sample

(Slam, slam, slam, slam, slam...) (x)2
Suicide it's a suicide, bara ba ba
Suicide it's a suicide  (x)2
 
VERSE 2: Grym Reaper

Nicole's torn away from home at age 12
In search of herself she found and angel of hell
Who deceived her like Eve
And convinced her to leave her family
You can see she was very naive
The fallacy she was taught was brain washed thoughts
In a cult with no culture, soon she was forced
Into showin' her skin tones for thin, grins and moans
To please her saviour Jim Jones
Her pop's was an ex-marine
Him and his team got M-16's so they could blow up the scene
No tambourines be peakin' and speakin' my scene
They be freakin' as long as I'm breathin'
They parachuted in started shootin' men
Recruited by Jim, grabbed Nicole and threw her in
To the trunk, she was that close to drinkin' the punch
And realised false prophets lead to suicide
 
CHORUS: KRS-ONE sample

(Slam, slam, slam, slam, slam...) (x)4
Suicide it's a suicide, bara ba ba
Suicide it's a suicide  (x)4

INTERLUDE

Yep, I've said it before and I'll say it again
Life moves pretty fast 
You don't stop and look around every once in a while
You could miss it

VERSE 3: Rzarector
 
Check it out son, yo
I was born in the bed of dawn surrounded by men with horns
Wicked forms, but still I was happy to be born
I grew up in a house of ten
A mouse a men grafted vultures lackin' oxygen
Every night I dreamed I saw ghosts
Babies cryin', favourite Uncles dyin', mom's tryin'
Pop's lyin', mom's gone and whipped his head with a fryin' pan
Me and my man made plans to rule the land and raise a fam
Now my man stands six feet deep in a box covered with sand
Tears are droppin', niggaz droppin' off
Shoppin' out the unified thoughts and plus do or die suicide
About to face a bid 'cause I tried to waste this kid
Made him threw and embrace the biscuits in my face pull it back erase it kid
Pull the trigger but I figure that I got a little Rza
Can't let me get trapped by the evil wizards
Wicked men applied genocide, homicide 
For you and I to try, I'm afraid of death 'til we die
It's a suicide

OUTRO : Gate Keeper

(Slam, slam, slam, slam, slam...) (x)3
So you said you wanna die (x)4