| Coming to you straight from cosmos by the way of Gabriel*
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| With the Grim reaper on my shoulders
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| I look into the soul,
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| The spirits are hypnotized
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| And I defy every rule that I know (I know, I know)
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| The devil want me to die
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| And I survive even if I’m in the cold (in the cold, in the cold)
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| Everyone looks like my eyes (like my eyes)
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| I chop up the lamp the sacrifice
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| For my bloodline and then it’s on
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| I look into the soul
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| No daddy don’t rape me baby,
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| Cause I was raised in the hood called what the fuck (what the fuck)
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| I left mama cause that’s the way we
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| I’m on the move and I groove that’s enough
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| I ain’t trippin on none of you
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| But with the thugs I can do anything we want
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| Give me nothing I’ll better make something
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| Cause if the angels don’t love you then I bet they love us
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| I gotta get my head up out the way
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| I gotta get my people just past the day
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| The first time when I see you pass away
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| The last time I’m a leave you out of the way
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| Nigga if I don’t leave ya now
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| I’ve been runing running
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| I keep running running
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| More than you can belive me now
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| I keep steady steady steady (hey!)
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| Oh daddy no popping no packing
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| Cause I was praised in the ghetto my body erupt
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| Everybody say get you a gatty
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| Cause you a skinny nigga you gonna need you a gun
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| I get the flippin in fucking them up
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| If Lil Layzie tell me shoot em I’m shootin them up
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| One-fity-one and I’m good and drunk
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| Remember the words take him over I’ll fuck him up,
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| I gotta get my head just out the way
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| I gotta get my people just past the day
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| The third time I’m a see you walk away
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| The last time I’m a leave you out the way
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| Nigga if you don’t leave me now (leave me now)
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| I’ve been running running
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| I keep steady running
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| And if they don’t belive me now
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| Just behead him (behead him, behead him,) |