| Yo, I’m a dark Abyss
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| Apocalypse in my esophagus breathing phosphorous while kamikazes spit on top of
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| it
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| Stomp the continents in consequence of your incompetence
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| My consciousness, emits the kind of cognac that you vomit with
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| I’m kind of sick
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| Comets hit with less of confidence
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| So common is devoured galaxies in lines of optimus
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| Galactus of the brain waves
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| Captain of the mayday
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| If God required 7, than I conquered on the 8th day
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| My Dragons reign is red pain
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| Blood Pumping through dead veins
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| Entire mind’s my left brain
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| Creation caused my membranes
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| I post apocalyptic vision of warlocks and witches
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| With wisdom placed from incisions of surgically gifted children
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| My intensities strike heaven’s peace down to the guts of centipedes
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| And dead MC’s who stepped to the Rivers who scorched the seven seas
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| No More games
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| Set the world on fire screaming no more rain
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| No More games
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| Rip your knees from your cartilage and bow to the king
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| No More games
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| Set the world on fire screaming no more rain
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| No More games
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| Rip your knees from your cartilage and bow to the king
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| 57th passenger, fouler than your pastor is
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| My mind’s arachnid, masterful, weave a web of massacres
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| Ambassador of cracking wigs, casket full of captured pigs
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| I rap to the percussion of crushed skulls and snapped ribs
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| The fact is I’m brutal, my backyard’s like Lebanon
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| A lexicon drinking cherub’s blood from a devil’s horn
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| Peddle porn, dope, soap & hope like it’s a telethon
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| The metal drawn precise like a draftsman-accurate-shred velours
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| And level all in radius, my razor rips with gracefulness
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| I’ll split your face, the stage & pavement, lift the blade then shred the skies
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| Everything alive is jeopardized when I’ve been weaponized
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| I specialize in genocide, seven lives beyond death
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| My conquest stretches from Asgard to the Throggs Neck
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| Mosh pit symphonies, center of the chaos, a marksman
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| Shoot you out of the circle of your seance, fuck fortune
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| You play the odds or lay your cards and forfeit, ahh
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| No More games
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| Set the world on fire screaming no more rain
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| No More games
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| Rip your knees from your cartilage and bow to the king
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| No More games
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| Set the world on fire screaming no more rain
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| No More games
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| Rip your knees from your cartilage and bow to the king
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| You think that sleeps an option?
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| But sleep to me is like a lethal toxin
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| I walk the street looking for meat so I can feed the goblin
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| It takes a god’s philosophy to conquer these concoctions
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| Telekinesis between dolphins in the deepest cauldron
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| Failure is never in my mind it couldn’t be an option
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| I went to Kashmir to see inside the Jesus coffin
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| It’s either heat or boxin, because the beast is watching
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| Nobody ever wanted you, you had to seek adoption
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| I have a lust for blood and that isn’t a recent problem
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| I have a lust for drugs, and not to mention drinking problems
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| I put em in the motherfuckin' trash cause he a opossum
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| I pull the stainless, make them shameless like if he was Rossum
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| It’s time to bring the fucking pain this is a demons doctrine
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| I take the ox and slice you up like it was Dietz & Watzon
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| Every rhyme I write is heroin, you need Suboxone
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| Rest in peace, BLOCKA BLOCKA now you meeting Cochran
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| No More games
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| Set the world on fire screaming no more rain
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| No More games
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| Rip your knees from your cartilage and bow to the king
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| No More games
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| Set the world on fire screaming no more rain
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| No More games
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| Rip your knees from your cartilage and bow to the king |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No More Games, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song Carry on Tradition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп