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Exotic lute mixed with Spanish guitar and some quick overdrive guitars on the chorus.
Moods: Dark
Genres: Gangsta, Underground
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12 Feedback to “Desperados”
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no bull shit speech brah, this that rawness. 5/5
shit, sry
id take a fine-watch witch id trade for live-stock
my dimes gotta pine-glock loaded with 5-shots
befor id leave this place the native american indians
livin in pig-skin pavilions sing me a rhythm. grippin a million
visions enticed of OPM, grinnin through the mist as im fearin-em.
whisperin chants of delirium. grip me with intense warnings
and war stories appearin-in the smoke of the cheif masters
dorm-quarters. a short-chorus sounds hittin me from all-corners
the desperado.. hittin-the-dirt-roads not inna car-though…
i be sittin-on-burn-toes wiffin cigar-smoke,
no im not in a pattern of furr-coats i preffer-rope
wrappin-my-waist n a dirty hat to fashins-my-face
on my hips-sit a big-whip n a pistol-to-blow
inside a dusty sand storm that barley tickles-my-noes
my steal-boots from a dead man. not i one, id steal-two
grippin a sence of vengence like the spurs on my heals-do
if killed-few, talkin in my language that shoots too
the rusty metal vests that my bullets have pield-through
i walk a straight path, leavin my compase befor-me
since iv learnt to read the sun like the natives had taught-me
facing torture in the brutal form of a knife-and-a-scalp
practised by the warriors of whom hide-in-the-alps
since my capture, yet walkin free surviving-without-
a scratch-see, a wise companionship in ties with hipache’
damn hala, you killed tha beat after the drop in, built it up with tha guitar, had me pumped n shit, and then awww…..dead. sorry, but I gotta be honost
sick as fuck
Fuckin trill ass Hala-X. Man, who dropped the rating?
fuckt to dope G 5/5
this was hot as fuck
damn! hotness hala! 5/5
fire
5/5
DIBBS!!!!..ha, 5/5 as always hala