| It’s comin', it’s comin'
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| You wear a gun, the beast 'til the end that is This is the twilight winter
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| I am ready to be her son
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| It’s now, I will RISE to her side!
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| I don’t need the words, I’m beyond
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| Keep it homie this is a gangsta party
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| Bullet proof glass for Robbie
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| Die sorry by the hand of vampires and zombies
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| Fire bombin’suicide army God’s inside me Ride 'til I motherfuckin’die high on canarcy
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| Unfocusable, 'xplodin smokin toast to ya vultures
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| Soldiers in haemoglobin words of evil spoken invokin'
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| Volcanoes evoked, these veterans are very violent
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| Non Phixion Jedi Mind Tricks a deadly virus
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| I could just go live no love
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| I read Kaballah on drugs
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| Gun in my wig gettin’my dick sucked
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| Bitches spit and cum on each others clits for kicks
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| Cocaine tits degenerates smother ya shit
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| Another day in paradise, surrounded by bloodsuckers and parasites
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| Gettin’in shoot outs for Amorites
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| Leave ya block flooded wid blood this hard find I promised
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| Eat shit suck fuck kill and die honest
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| The big bad fearless wolf
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| I’m the end of the world
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| Wearing the flesh of fallen angels
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| I’ve scanned the reality
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| I see it, the corruption of flesh
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| And blood to you all!
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| Call me the rap Che Guerera
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| Loungin’in the black grave’s terror
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| I lace tracks wid terror forever smellin’death
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| Reoccurrin’like the hands of burnin’flesh
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| Must be the spirit of Koresh that keep me turnin’in the bed
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| Troopers hoverin', you’ll be sufferin’crews be buggin'
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| When they rather shoot they brother than abuse the government
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| Our crews make compliments from writin’darkness
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| When we spark this the hardest part is when Gods is dealing with fake artists, I face charges for speakin’my piece
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| Unleash the beast after nine eleven still got beef wid police
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| Streets’a warzone we more prone to violence and greed
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| No voice leaves no choice they tryna silence the seeds
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| Time is when will you get yours, stop relyin’on me
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| I’m firin’wid speed so before you dyin’you’ll bleed
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| This is a war call I warn y’all stay up 'fore you’re held
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| Or get fucked up cut up ya wrist and kill yaself
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| The flesh of fallen angels come to me all!
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| A secret, living on by the skin of reality
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| I am the wolf!, 'til the end
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| I don’t need the words, I’m the beyond the words
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| These streets is Vietnam
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| I’m like Jesus tryna complete a song
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| I believe in Islam heathens can bleed 'til they gone
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| It’s on, anyone can get hit
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| Anyone can get the centre of their energy split
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| My enemies fit, to face Palestine
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| You bitch rappers only got heart on Valentine’s
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| And all ah y’all that wanna know how my metal feel
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| It gets settled in the temple when my baretta kill
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| My pen bleeds the ink y’all spill
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| But y’all still seem to think y’all real
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| Jedi Mind real put the nine to ya grill
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| We spit real, and y’all run for the hills
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| I stab you in the back 'til it weakens the knees
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| Then smash you wid a statue of Jesus that bleeds
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| I’ve tasted the devil’s green blood
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| It runs in my veins
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| I’ve seen beyond the world
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| The architecture of blood and bone marrow
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| Death is coming!
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| I have tasted the flesh of fallen angels
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| I am the wolf yes!, I am the wolf! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Wolf, artist - Ill Bill. Album song The Best of Jedi Mind Tricks, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп