Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Immortal TechniqueНазвание : Creation & DestructionДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap political underground hip-hop hip hop Видео:
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Haha {*untranslated Spanish phrase*} Bout to drop a def` cut Yo, yo, yo, huh Immortal Technique, disintegrates mic`s when I spit I cause more casualties than sunken slave ships Full to capacity, I bring tragedy to rap without my man Kadafi The government took Nazi scientists from Germany To design nuclear rockets and ways of observin` me `Cause their pathetic attempts, didn`t work to murder me When this country was conceived, these bastards never heard of me But now I hold the souls of slave masters eternally Bleeding internally, burnin` D, durin` surgery, verbally `Cause I`m a spiritual witch Devils are incompatible I`ve been around since the planet was inhabitable I spit in the ocean and created microscopic animals Which involved into two species, the righteous and the cannibals But until then, I had alien women suck me off When God said "Let there be light", I turned it the fuck off And that`s the reason that the earth is only 5 billion years old I made the sun shine, and permitted time to unfold The surface was lava, but when I stepped down, it became cold Fuck what you`ve been told My spiritual form became a swarm of molecule sickness Manifested liquid trapped inside a mountainous region Until the skies starting raining, continuous seasons Immortal Technique, at long last, reincarnated Undebatably reinstated to leave you decapitated ???, but my crazy words make sense I`ll split every pound of your body into six pence I`m sick of simple similes about The Sixth Sense I`ll leave your body drenched in the blood of all your ancestors You`ll never be at peace, like the souls of child molestors I`ll cut you and bless your festering wounds with alcohol Drown you in a clogged toilet, in a public bathroom stall I`ll rip you down, take a chunk of you home like the Berlin Wall This is the final call, for all the rappers that wanna brawl Immortal Technique, the wrong motherfucker to diss `Cause I allow God to let you motherfuckers exist Hahahahaha yeah, real oh We about to crash somethin` now, yo Yo, yo, yo I`m the stronghold on your neck that doesn`t let you breathe Stronger than the fake image of God in which you believe More dangerous than your ignorant ass could ever percieve A European virus, mutated in Africa, overseas Transported by mosquitoes and fleas to where you live So lock yourself in your house with your wife and your kids You`re such a bitch, somebody probably made you out of a rib My arrest record just scratches the surface of what I did My bid locked me up and brought my life to an end I was forgotten, abandoned by my bitches and friends You don`t want beef with people like me so don`t pretend I`ll resurrect your aborted baby and kill it again You get no props in hip-hop like feminine men I`m iller than any plague God gave Moses to send You wanna make amends, `cause I`m the reason that the earth shakes Burying your fam like Central American earthquakes Immortal Technique Harlem to Canada Lyrically damage ya {*untranslated Spanish phrase*} | Похожие исполнители:
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