| Yeah, Meta P
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| The homie Apathy
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| My man Swann Notty
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| Gem Crates on the beat
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| It’s the wolves, We in here
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| : Apathy
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| Death metal demolitionist this demigods ridiculous
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| Invulnerable to sin, similar in Leviticus
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| Levitating Indian style with knees bent
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| Rappers tryna speak my name in vain but repent
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| Stomp 'em in the cement, seas part where we start
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| Slash through the tracks, like an axe to tree bark
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| My rap will shatter your skull and scatter the brain matter
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| Splatter microscopical particles for forensic data
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| Under microscopes, pieces of the metal where mics are broke
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| And covered with radioactive isotopes
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| I’m Chernobyl with vocals I’m like a Russian village
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| That struck by a meteor, destroying his buildings
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| Cremate your whole crew, scattered their ashes
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| Battle the masses, feast on fatter the facists
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| Ap outlast roaches with a shelf life
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| That’s longer than can food this dude straight melts mics
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| : Meta P
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| MC’s, beware, my philosophy’s rear, huh
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| (Deadly when I pull the pin out, pin out)
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| If you battle my squad, that redefine all this
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| (Deadly when I pull the pin out, pin out)
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| When the wolves get in here, we smelling your fear, pussy
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| (Deadly me when I pull the pin out, pin out)
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| We heating up the stage and throwing grenades, pop
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| (Deadly when I, pull, pull the pin, pin out)
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| : Meta P
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| Yeah, ammunition lace the track, this is Meta’s kinda war
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| Coming in this sight of form, this is evidently roars
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| And we behind the bars, people hot in doors
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| Serving with they connoisseur, shut you off you final straw
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| You’d smaller here only hear the giant roar
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| I would saw my ankle off to leave the harvest seen, I am sore
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| My island it’s Armani, we dying off
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| Pioneers touch by science, appliance stores
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| Rains hard, that’s above the storm, fighting storm
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| At the speed of lights, start your soundbite likes kites and Jaw
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| Lion, dogs just as tiger crows, canine wipe the floor and bury you in iron ore
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| I’m the righteous, watch the bible burn
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| Feel the pain of losing sister, then life is learned
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| Predator for you is useless, a flightless bird
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| You was moving like a cheetah to the sniper heard
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| : Swann Notty
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| Well let me verse and dive a track head first
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| Spit something so disgusting, disrupting your network
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| Lyrical expert, chatter your frame, make your chest burst
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| Next ride, it’s your stretched hearse, then you’re covered with fresh dirt
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| At tad through, would a have you, watch over the wang old like ropes
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| Tying up all four of your limbs, then the torture begin
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| Then slowly dismantle your frame
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| Your daughter go in, decipher, yes you can’t handle the pain
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| So let the masses know, I come with the classic flow
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| Clap a folds daily., no matter the pace, fast or slow
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| The weak have to go, never surpassing my status quo
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| Break the mic and use pieces of it to slash your throat
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| Mike skills they still a lacking and am sick a gapping
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| Cut open, drew blood, cuddles cover my denim jacket
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| It’s all or never, If you thinking that you’ll are better
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| Get on your knees with both palms together, pray for the best |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wolves , by - Meta PSong from the album The Black Lodge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп