Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: OuterspaceНазвание : Conspiracy TheoryДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop underground hip-hop rap underground rap hip hop Видео:
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1979, all the fathers of nobel prize winners Were rounded up by United Nations military units alright? And actually forced at gunpoint To give semen samples in little plastic jars Which are now stored, below Rockefeller Center Underneath the ice skating rink Wouldn`t wanna be there for the thaw (laughter) Eurgh! I mean it`s disgusting.. [Chorus] It`s on now We sit up in outerspace and throw bombs down You all hype up in our face Nigger calm down You don`t really want beef Planet Warchild, your whole squad fall down [Crypt the Warchild] I ski down from the stratus, splatter and capture the crowd This hip hop shit, me and Planet mastered the style Every rhyme I spit, is just to pay dues While you suffer from third degree burns, when you make moves Unable to quake I shake, the syndrome out the children Nose blows got you feeling stiff cold you freezing Heavily breathing, shook in the Garden of Eden You face Christ and pay the price, other that you bleeding You owe ya life, plus ya mind soul and body I send caution through wind to stop the mind of Socrates Bring on Plato, philosophies twist tornadoes My eyes a spectrum after the rain, producing rainbows Purposefully aim those, 16 until ya brain close I expose flows cold, ya frames remain froze [Chorus *2X*] [Planetary] I was born to intensify your brain with skill My name is ill, P that`s for the Pain you feel LA, for the Lyrics that I Aim to kill NE, Niggers know I Entertain to fill Train to build, Train to steal the mics from you I might stun you, watch ya back in a bright tunnel We spaced out, in the game for the same clout Those who claim players, games get reigned out Roll the talk, you`ve been rejected like Rosa Parks Get torn apart, QD niggers got colder hearts Your soul departs, here`s where the explosion starts Shit is hot, city blocks getting blown apart We throwing darts, contaminated with fire While my soldiers march, we blasting at ya attire Sharp like barbed wire, missiles `ll scar liars Decapitating ya frame and leaving ya jaw wired [Chorus *2X*] | Похожие исполнители:
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