| Homeboy, holy father, holy mother
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| Homeboy, I can finally listen
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| Homeboy, I'm light, I'm on a Nike leg
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| Mike's face, mother's street
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| Press on the hands, I bring sin up
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| While our bodies flew out of the temple!
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| Head full of punches to the bottom
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| Cities flooded with water
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| We ran after bullets to hell
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| Crosses on the bow, twisted the blunt
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| Tell me, where are you now, man?
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| I smoked heaps of shit
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| I am far from your Adam,
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| But I won't give you to anyone except the sky
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| I'm on my heels, skulls here, skulls there
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| My bitches don't go to the temple
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| They are fucked until morning and injuries
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| They are fucked until morning and injuries
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| Everything is ok - bong in hand, into another autogen
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| Jeembo is playing a game
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| But Jeembo doesn't know why
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| Bang it! |
| Bang it! |
| Bang it! |
| Holy father
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| Bang it! |
| Bang it! |
| Bang it! |
| holy mother
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| Bang it! |
| Bang it! |
| Bang it! |
| I finally
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| Bang it! |
| Bang it! |
| Bang it! |
| I can listen!
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| I am hungry! |
| I'm taking everything around!
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| You only see hands because you are hand fed
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| Open your mouth for pussy it's not taboo
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| After all, I am one of the pantheon of those who will lead (You)
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| To the heights of truth, friend, do as I say
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| Do do as I say and I will satisfy your hunger
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| Be humble, I'll show, be humble, I'll show
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| You have a road to the unknown - our heavenly city
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| Here is a feast during the plague, a shooting gallery during the war
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| The Last Supper and the table under the weight of food
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| Breaks to hell, and we hang out on and on
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| The time that destroyed the towers acts the same as before
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| Wine flows like a river, eat, girlfriend, because it's sweeter
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| No one knows poison, I am your only God
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| I am your retailer of luck, I am your teacher and senior
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| I am your saving rain - you are my dried up source |