| I keep sub-woofers woofing like a werewolf, howling
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| The werewolf growling, rappers throw the towel in
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| I stand tall, towering
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| A giant, overpowering
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| Meet me out in space where a meteor, showering
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| Shoveling, dirt up in the cemetery
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| Scowling, crawling
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| Looking for a soul for devouring
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| Owls swoop down, grabbing rats off the ground
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| You can hear the bell toll twelve time’s in the town
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| Now it’s midnight, streets where them lost souls hitchhike
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| Hearts pump ice water, never been the bitch type
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| I fistfight with God, slap box with Amen Ra
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| I’m Allah, I’m a star armed robbing armored cars
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| Armoralled Audi villain
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| I’m a getaway driver
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| Loaded automatic in my leather jacket liner
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| Rappers like vagina, eat it, beat it, till it bleeds
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| Fill it full of seeds, keep the kingdom under siege, hoes
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| I am surrounded by legends
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| Even when I don’t fit in, I get in
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| You ain’t gotta pat me down to find the weapon
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| Scott Stallone won’t even adjust to settings
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| Before the Armageddon starts
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| The dark artists
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| I go the hardest, the farthest, after my target
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| So when I’m standing on a pyramid
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| Amongst the Army of the illest fucking lyricists
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| Chicken Little, be prepared for anything when the sky falls
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| You won’t have to fucking deal with it, all of y’all
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| My team’s synonymous with fire pits
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| Branding irons, muzzle flash, crying kids
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| The catalyst, the arrogance, is brought upon
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| By the fact that nobody’s ever proven me wrong
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| So fuck your song, fuck your albums and your rap career
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| You got a problem? |
| I’ll be right here
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| There’s a war going on outside
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| You can either find a place to hide or start riding
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| Never the victim with my hands in the sky
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| When it’s hammer time, racks’ll slide
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| Leviathan
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| Yeah
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| I’m here to reincrease the murder rate
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| Smoking ___? |
| on Zanzabar listen to purple tape (Raekwon The Chef!)
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| I don’t like the shit that y’all regurgitate
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| Rearrange your face into a state to make the nurse’s shake
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| Young bull run up on you, take your purch' and break
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| Eating ___? |
| with former ___? |
| off a Persian plate
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| I don’t listen to the music that you herb’s create
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| Soft mahfucker sound like you rehearse with Drake (you fucking soft!)
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| It’s wearing on me, I don’t know how much my nerve’s can take
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| I guess being a bitch requires certain taste
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| I make the same incisions that a surgeon make
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| Two times too many, you don’t get a third mistake
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| You ass betting so I know that you for certain snake
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| And I don’t trust a mahfucker I’m immersed in hate
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| Colombo crime family, fuck around and burst your face
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| Allahu Akbar, blokka blokka burn his face
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| Army of the murderers, mercenaries with no mercy
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| Soldiers that’s so dirty, hold burners that hold thirty
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| Lock a corrupt officer in the corner with the ghost of Chris Dorner
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| And commence to piss on him (Think we won’t?)
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| Your security; |
| needs security
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| We damage 'em all, y’all building bird houses, your hammers is small
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| (Why they so small?)
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| I put the nozzle in your nasal hole
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| You break 'em down to grams baby we bake 'em whole
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| You’re not an O.G., you’re the first to G. O
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| Speed off in a G.O. and duck like Nat Geo
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| Shoot through your book, there’s holes in your story
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| My young balls cracking skulls and they open 'em for me
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| Cut open three white keys with a white continental G.T. |
| key
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| For a three night spree out in Wikiki
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| And I repeat, when the iron start firing
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| You gon' hear my hollow spit bitch but I ain’t Hawaiian |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Broken Safeties , by - Army of the Pharaohs. Song from the album In Death Reborn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп