| This is just the beginnin’of your endin'
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| Or the endin’of a new beginnin'
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| It’s where we start off at Yeah… yeah… it’s like…
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| It’s like a never-endin'documentary, I knew eventually
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| we’d strike back mentally at one common enemy
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| My thoughts be a bomb threat to vets in the industry
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| We ahead of our time like the twenty-first century
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| Vyin’with the energy of Marvin in the seventies
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| This is for the comrades who facin’death penalties
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| I walk with a bop with God like Enoch
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| In Nike Airs, I don’t rock Reeboks, OK ock?
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| On shibop, we give our most high props through hip-hop
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| We certified worldwide of this Maccabee hive
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| The more truth, the more lies, gotta watch his disguise
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| Now we rise as The Phoenix comin’out of the fire
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| Niggaz broke over forty, then they need to retire
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| We need cashier cheques and bank wires
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| More 'dro we can crush up on party flyers
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| Freedom fighters, Maccabee machine gun riders
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| You ain’t never killed nobody
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| What’s gon’happen?
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| It takes a man to kill
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| Hit me right there!
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| Hit me! |
| Hit me!
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| It was said it couldn’t be done, The Return of the Sunn
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| The burn of the guns, the seven seal, a million to one
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| Buildin’my funds, diplomatic, twistin’some cabbage
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| Raidin’any static fanatic with the heart of an addict
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| Spark on the sabbath, the truth keeps me shook like rabbits
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| Sort of like the fiend with a habit, the death of a savage
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| Written in Blood, forbidden, smitten, bitten by love
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| It’s like the hand that broke through the glove, the flight of a dove
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| The strike of a thug, similar to all the above
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| I watched my brother killed for the drug and died for the slug
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| A lot have fell from the tree of life, deciteful and trife
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| One with the garden, a million pardoned, march with an arson
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| From Brooklyn to Parson, stay alert, tear through the riot
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| Stare and apply it, don’t make me have to air out ya kayak
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| The team’s supreme, free from the dreams, the schemes
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| Four kings, slicin’the ring, black tools, jewels it seems
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| I had killed a man… a man who looked like me…
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| Whose mother and father… looked like my mother and father…
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| And nothing happened…
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| And the police didn’t come after me… no one did…
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| I could have killed others if I wanted to… and gotten away with it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Written in Blood, artist - Blue Sky Black Death. Album song The Razah's Ladder Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп