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Release Date Lyrics - Man Vs Machine - Xzibit

Yeah, today the big day, yeah 

What, yeah, yeah 

 

I've been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones 

One more day and I'm a free man walkin' 

Leavin' from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state 

And ever since they took the weights 

Wasn't much for a to do but start thinkin' 

 

Wishin' I was back home drinkin' every weekend 

Remember like it's yesterday, eight-teen and [Incomprehensible] 

I can't remember the letters I just wrote a lot of them 

Goin' for a ride that I cannot stop 

Set up shop in Corcoran, connect the dots 

And for those that don't know, thats the Pen-East to Fresno 

Northeast to Bakersfield, "Let's Make a Deal" 

 

Livin' around who kill, right along with the who will 

At the drop of a hat, sharpen up anything hard to stab you with that 

Givin' up the manhood they can't get back 

It's a sick university, murder the curriculum 

Concrete campuses, I miss Los Angeles 

 

More than that I'm missin' my kids 

Missin' my turf, missin' my, what could be worse? 

Shouldn't have asked that, called the collect 

(It's Xzibit) 

Some picked up, wanted to break her neck 

When kites slide up under your door, you slide them back 

 

'Cause if you pick 'em up and read 'em that's where you're at 

And if you ain't rollin' with that then watch your back 

Level four right away, gettin' hit the same day 

Playin' the price for the games you play 

Never realize how precious time is till you give it away 

 

Can't remember what a T-bone taste like 

I stayed awake nights listening to the sounds of prison life 

Cryin', shanks gettin' sharpened 

Tacs gettin' taced up, plottin' and talkin' 

 

Sellin' everything from weed to blow 

When it's time for you to go you're the last to know 

Holdin' weight, essays got the power 

Locked down, one shower every seventy-two hours 

 

[Incomprehensible] tuna, trigger happy sharpshooters 

Waitin' for the jump off, can't wait to thump off 

Had to smash a readin' my 

Tryin' to intercept my outside and write my 

 

I seen sleep for weeks, get too weak 

And then physically and mentally cannot compete 

Find new to master, make the time move faster 

Home sweet home, shipped off to Land Caster 

 

Kept a low pro, close to home and I'm trippin' 

Time to catch up with all the that I've been missin' 

Everybody runnin' they mouth, to count 

'Cause in Cali love thats freshed out 

 

But some of these on swipe 

Gettin' out with the virus caught from the he liked 

That, when I touch back I got plans 

If I can't rock the powder, rock the fans 

 

Give my naked pictures away, shake some hands 

I hope I never seen none of you again 

On all times take the long walk to the front gate 

Dress out expandin', today my release date 

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