Conway The Machine – Guilty (Audio, Lyrics)

Conway The Machine unveils the “Guilty” song off the new project. The track was co-produced by Beat Brothers & Bink!. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Conway The Machine Guilty

Conway The Machine has been known to delve into his past and the circumstances he was dealt, reflecting on the moves that were made toget him to where he is today. His hometown, Buffalo, NY, was home to some shady dealings and underground money moves, all of which come with their own perils and pitfalls. For Conway, situational happenstances resulted in being shot in the face and the neck. He details the experience in vivid honesty on his newest album.

God Don’t Make Mistakes is home to the track “Guilty,” the backing brought to us by way of Beat Brothers & Bink!. Over this sincere and heartfelt instrumentation, Conway opens up about nearly losing his life in the previously mentioned shooting:

“Bell’s Palsy from damage to my nerves, no feeling in my legs, I took a bullet to the head, n*gga,
That’s why I chuckle at the comments that I read about the way my face look and sh*t, I could’ve been dead”

He continues on to express how he continued on his path after that experience, knowing that his life and rapping ability is a gift. Using these talents, Conway makes it known that no one is doing it better than he is.

Conway The Machine – Guilty (prod. Beat Brothers & Bink!)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Guilty
This shit got that feel

[Verse]
Uh, look
Reject back from the trenches (Hah)
Back with the MAC with extensions (Brr)
Thinkin’ ’bout when they had me layin’ on my back in intensive
Clapped in my head and neck
That shit was inches from hittin’ my carotid
I would’ve bled to death and nobody could stop it (They wouldn’t stop it)
Doctor said the bullet too close to my voice box to try to get it out it
“You can’t touch it and I doubt there’s anything we can do about it”
Bells Palsy from damage to my nerves
No feeling in my legs, I took a bullet in the head, nigga (I took a wigshot)
That’s why I chuckle at the comments that I read
About the way my face look, and shit, I could’ve been dead (I’m still here, nigga)
Just focus on the lyrics, don’t focus on my appearance (You hear the bars)
Bro, you too pussy to go through it, so you fear it (You pussy)
You see the way they quotin’ this shit hysterically
What you see is the dopest of any era, Machine (Woo)
Like a line of some coke, you sit on the mirror
Sniff, nigga, this shit is a gift, nigga (This shit a gift)
King of the underground, but still, I’m a rich nigga (Hah)
A few years ago, I was just on my dick, nigga (I was fucked up)
The moral of my story, I ain’t switch up my pitch, nigga
Stayin’ true to myself and take whatever I get, nigga
A lot of niggas rappin’, they don’t spit it like this, nigga
Rollie on my wrist, leave the pot like this, nigga, whip, nigga (Woo)
Name your top five, I might be better (Hah)
After this album, bet a critic can’t slight me ever
No pen, no pad when I write these letters
I just recite it off the top, that shit hype me better
We played with bricks since the fitted cap and white tee era
Ask Benny, ask West, had semis, had TECs, nigga (Talk to ’em)
No kizzy, we was really at necks
Nigga really played with me, then he really got stretched, nigga (Hah, hah, hah, brr)
Machine