Vernon Harris & Nkosi Kamal - 3 Digits

3 Digits in my head, stuck, what the fuck?
Phone missing, distant is the light, run for it
Blood trickling from my face, will my death come?
Am I done?, I don't know, I'm hoping
I can finish what these people started
I'm with someone and we gon fuck it up
All of it, everything, all at once, with the move of one call
Phone call to authorities, say they after us
Coming from whatever dungeon they crawled from
And they ain't bluffing with no mind for discussion, it's time to run amok
Rummaging houses, astounding how we ain't caught yet
Weary while wearing targets
On our backs, searching high and low
Every floor for that something, something to use
Cause they wield tools with hella screws loose
Doom'd, if they catch up to us, too many to fight, not like before
Death looming on this foggy night, banging on the door, downstairs
I can hear it, seems they're nearing our position, better dip, fast, nigga
Cause they coming, coming for US!

Screaming at me in my mind
"Dial, dial the numbers"
Coming is a horde, no time, cannot hide, we would die, slow demise
On this hell of a ride, I I I
Don't know where to go, who to hold
Hear it screaming at me in my mind, "Dial, dial the numbers"
Coming is a horde, no time, cannot hide, we would die, slow demise
On this hell of a ride, I I I
Don't know, where to go, who to hold

Running and running and running and running on this far side of nothing
Stuffing my ears, sounds of the night, I can feel it in the air
A presence, it's always here, same voice, heard it before at the hotel, okay now
God am I losing it?, my thoughts are confusing, slip, fall
Dude helped me up and then he asked "what's wrong?"
Said my mind splitting, he said, "oh you hearing it too?"
Now we both spooked even more, fuck it, still gotta move
Finally, we reach a outpost, bodies armed for battle
Walking the whole place, we pace toward it
The shadow of night cover us, then we attack silently
With no, shred of mercy, there's only the dirty showing in our soul
Smoke clears, they dead, all of them, nobody's here
We search the place up and down, we find a radio
Causing fear to leave, we turn it on and speak
A voice, it speaks back, relieved, still in my head it's

Screaming at me in my mind
"Dial, dial the numbers"
Coming is a horde, no time, cannot hide, we would die, slow demise
On this hell of a ride, I I I
Don't know where to go, who to hold
Hear it screaming at me in my mind, "Dial, dial the numbers"
Coming is a horde, no time, cannot hide, we would die, slow demise
On this hell of a ride, I I I
Don't know, where to go, who to hold

Now it's up to the clock, we make it or not
Non-stop, it tick and tock, we conjure a plot, a plan
That'll let us withstand if calvary coming and band to the end
A chance we got, can't waste it man
The night grows cold, we lock them and load
Weapons they had on them and stashed
We ready to blow, expose all they insides
Making the blood fly out and shout as they go down, wait
Someone's moving between the trees
My partner across from me, he ready to blast, I am too, we lock our knees
Aim down sights and breathe, in one second
I'm hearing streams of bullets, fast as thoughts, aiming at me
We start to shoot back, killing a few, got too cocky, then boom
Lead shower rained, partner dead, what do I do?
As I stand on my last legs, still trying to shoot
Crowd of masks huddle fast and blast me to my doom

What the fuck?

Wait, wait wait wait wait wait that doesn't make any sense
How if I'm-if I'm-if I'm here right now, how?
How is? That doesn't make-that doesn't make any sense
I seen the men in the masks, I had the
I had the gun on the men in the masks, they were coming for me and then
And then

Written by:
Joshua Grant

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