"Red Mirage" lyrics
Boondox & Bukshot Lyrics
I'm feeling it, the way I handle killing 'em is intricate
Wicked shit, I be steady mobbing, death certificate
Got that Seven heat, deadly like amphetamines
Still got that itch to rule the world like I was seventeen
Still a fuckface, I'ma kill you fucks
Pull a NES Light Gun you better count your ducks
Still the hunter, don't you see the red beam
Mobstyle! Promise you don't want it with The Red Team
Still a weirdo, still got my lunchbox
Still a felon but dumb enough to punch cops
Still paid but broke enough to touch Glocks
Steal yo fade you got a deal with me and Boondox
Think you seeing things? Oh my gosh
You can't see me though, red camouflage
This can't be true, this is my garage
You might call it murder, we call it red mirage
I got that feeling again
I've tried but I can't lose it
That voice that comes from within
They'll blame it on the music
Red mirage! Red mirage! Red mirage!
Get me seeing red, no telling what I do
Could be beneath your bed, machete run you through
You feel that sense of dread, bitch that's impending doom
So don't ever think that I won't go ahead and show up in your living room
Accost ya, gotta understand that you are dealing with a monster
See that Sig I got inside my hand, that be the sponsor
And it's brought to you by Smoking Joe
If he get a word, I'll pull the trigger, think I'm joking
No, because this mob shit is serious, test it if you curious
Disappear and the circumstances will not be mysterious
Fuckin' Dirt nefarious, hit 'em with that redrum
Think you can't be missing, you ain't following the bread crumbs
Think you seeing things? Oh my gosh
You can't see me though, red camouflage
This can't be true, this is my garage
You might call it murder, we call it red mirage
I got that feeling again
I've tried but I can't lose it
That voice that comes from within
They'll blame it on the music
Red mirage! Red mirage! Red mirage!
Wicked shit, I be steady mobbing, death certificate
Got that Seven heat, deadly like amphetamines
Still got that itch to rule the world like I was seventeen
Still a fuckface, I'ma kill you fucks
Pull a NES Light Gun you better count your ducks
Still the hunter, don't you see the red beam
Mobstyle! Promise you don't want it with The Red Team
Still a weirdo, still got my lunchbox
Still a felon but dumb enough to punch cops
Still paid but broke enough to touch Glocks
Steal yo fade you got a deal with me and Boondox
Think you seeing things? Oh my gosh
You can't see me though, red camouflage
This can't be true, this is my garage
You might call it murder, we call it red mirage
I got that feeling again
I've tried but I can't lose it
That voice that comes from within
They'll blame it on the music
Red mirage! Red mirage! Red mirage!
Get me seeing red, no telling what I do
Could be beneath your bed, machete run you through
You feel that sense of dread, bitch that's impending doom
So don't ever think that I won't go ahead and show up in your living room
Accost ya, gotta understand that you are dealing with a monster
See that Sig I got inside my hand, that be the sponsor
And it's brought to you by Smoking Joe
If he get a word, I'll pull the trigger, think I'm joking
No, because this mob shit is serious, test it if you curious
Disappear and the circumstances will not be mysterious
Fuckin' Dirt nefarious, hit 'em with that redrum
Think you can't be missing, you ain't following the bread crumbs
Think you seeing things? Oh my gosh
You can't see me though, red camouflage
This can't be true, this is my garage
You might call it murder, we call it red mirage
I got that feeling again
I've tried but I can't lose it
That voice that comes from within
They'll blame it on the music
Red mirage! Red mirage! Red mirage!
