Gunpowder Cologne PT. 1
By: Vyse A.K.A. Unholy

~~~VYSE~~~
12:00am going down the BronxRiver Drive,
doing about 90 getting the feel of being alive,
i get a call on cell its my nigga number scrolling by,
i put the phone back down what reason i dont know why,
i get off next exit so i can drop by his crib,
then a car hit me from behind i hit the brakes but the tire skid,
i crashed into a 4x4 i tried to climb out but my foot got caught in the door,
i look up and I see the new jordans hitting the floor,
i reached for the glock thats when the walking stoped,
he tried to run but i poped'em till he droped,
freed my leg and aimed towards his window,
there was a figure inside but he bleneded in though,
i poped four shots which shatterd the glass,
then i see 2 niggas running out the back like scattering ass,
i shot one nigga in back but other nigga the bullet went past,
i couldnt run because i was still in a daze from the crash,
so i let of what ever was left in the gun it sounded like one huge blast,
i limp to nigga i shot in the back,
i could barely move like my ribs was craked,
i fip him over and he was crying like a bitch,
i asked him a couple of Q's and he ratted like a snitch,
whatever happened to taking shit to your grave,
i loaded one bullet and took him out with one big blaze,
i heard some noise not the cops but its my phone,
my nigga said what im doing i said "sniffing Gunpowder Cologne,"

~~~ VYSE ~~~
the very next day after the highway event,
i needed to chill for a while so i stayed high and bent,
my girl giving me head while im watching 10 o'clock news,
showing the bodies i sprayed and from the head the blood oozed,
my nigga called and said " heard what happened on the BRD,(bronx river drive)
i said "yea add the body counts cause it was done by me,
that night i got another call it was surge from the gun-hills,
he said he knew the niggas who ran me down and he cant wait till they blood spills,
so i left the crib my girl still sleeping,
with my 2 eagles im the grim and im reaping,(grim reaper)
they picked me up with two 4's as our escort,
seeing who gets who first damn this is the best sport,
pulled up to an old building while im counting my bullets,
the cops may trace my plates to my house & im killing knowing i shouldnt,
but miss an opportunity for revenge you know i just couldnt,
all my niggas creeping like roaches in tha night,
5 got to the left and 5 go to the right,
charged in side shooting anyone in sight,
females getting on their knees but all they saw was a bright light,
knocked down two big doors there was a room filled with lords,
arabian,black and latin and drug masters,
the decon board was there even a few pasters,
we all blazed up the room up till our last magazine,
i yell to the back someone get the gasolne,
its over its done my hand melted with the chrome,
i see dead faces and some niggas starting to foam,
the gasoline was stong but i still smell the Gunpowder Cologne.