Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: 7L and Esoteric f Apathy, Vinnie PazНазвание : Speak NowДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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"Ladies and gentlemen" *scratching* Vinnie Paz "Y`all better listen to this" [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yo, yo, I`m Jesus my right hand writes diseases My left hand will strike and fight ya weakness I`m covered in blood wherever the feast is Find me covered in blood wherever police is I`m covered in blood wherever ya niece is I`m covered in mud from burying heaters Vinnie Paz fuck whoever Vinnie Paz pleases Hit you in the chest `til you don`t even know what breathe is We demons, wid bloodlust for heathens Born through a storm on a see wid Galileans In cold regions, we rockin` it well And that`s for every fuckin` time I drop in a `tel And that`s for every fuckin` time I`m droppin` a shell And that`s for every fuckin` time I pop and you yell Mop you in hell, you motherfuckers can`t stop us You more over hype than Eliom Gonsalez [Hook] Aiyyo we speak now, or forever hold our peace A-O-T-P shook rappers call police *scratching* I`m savage, I`m-I`m savage I write rhymes in pitch blackness (X2) [Verse 2: Esoteric] I dump you like candle wax you a waste product like twenty packs I handicap give panic attacks like anthrax You catch a, foreign disease like overseas Fuck borin` emcees I bring Thor to his knees I`m a master like Fard, I bombard and blast hard We thrash thoughts some ask God you bas-tard It`s the rap ji-had, you a re-tard I`m rollin` through Islamabad like this is my backyard You ready, I`m heavy like the case of Sandra Levy Tapin` that you crazy seven thirty bug when you actually one eighty, a half way thug Yo my act stay drugged of dope tracks and raps Girls wid nice racks in two hundred dollar hats It`s the world I can`t escape My brain`s curlin` great weight "This shit is sick", yeh I make the greatest hits But I give it every verse I ever spit on one dis Cats talk shit this is what they get A grand prize two black eyes and a busted lip And for being rude we include a brutal beatin` I`ll have you eatin` food through a feedin` tube as you retreat Hook (x2) [Apathy talking] Awright awright hold up hold up settle down Listen up you motherfuckers This the last time you gon` hear me like this shit So I`m gon` show you why I`m the king of this shit Apathetic [Verse 3: Apathy] Enhanced tactical fightin` machinery Combattin` on army scenery strategic-ly movin` my mics like Stratego I generate graphics like Neo Geo Flyin` science I incite riots try it`s why it`s Violence at maximum levels The difference of angels and devils Rectangles and circles, techs fatal to murder Next week I`m famous Great as the latest wid the upper hand like four aces In poker approachin` jokers loc I load and stroke the trigger Thirty eight claibre bullets travel through barrels rippin` through apparel parallel to where medics will sterile scapels dwellin` swellin` organs of felons bullets obliterate melons, with ease Police yell freeze, ease the gun down Under the influence of trees alleyways I run down Pantin` and handlin` mechanical weapons I`m brandishin` Fleein` foreign in areas I camouflage to vanishin` Release the dogs, sounds of hounds pound my eardrums Here comes a fearful doberman poke him in his cerebrum I`m almost free, around the tree I glance advancin` slowly cautiously awkwardly while negotiators talk to me To dark I see the light, but not the squad car It`s comin` from the sky bright green, what an odd star The odds are I blast off barely a clip But then I noticed the strange star was an alien ship Just as the bullet grazed my temple, the ship shot out a beam It was green and it paralyzed the whole SWAT team Cops floated in the air and their weapons disassembled I trembled for my metal but I`m frozen in the mental Unaware that I was in control of the ships in the air And how the cops turned if they ever returned if their bodies burn like candles on a mantle in a urn I forced `em to learn I played God like George Burns | Похожие исполнители: |
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