| Apocalypse, the angel of death, the octopus
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| The two-headed eagle, thirty-third degree Hebrew
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| I speaks Mossad, Hamas, and the Hezbollah
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| And the CIA-funded Guatemalan terror squads
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| The Pentagon’s the TV producer, the war’s the product
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| And the media’s the salesperson hustling consumers
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| Global instability, terror networks, embassy bombings
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| A thousand ways to get the century popping
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| When mobs of people storm the neighbourhood banks
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| Riots in Time Square paralyzed by suicide bombings and tanks
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| Confined to evil, rides are regal
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| Emperors are ripped from their thrones by the people and then shot in their
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| cerebral
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| One got away, created an empire made of fire
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| Now he crying that the CIA made him wear a wire
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| Now he getting waterboarded up with some pliers
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| Pulling out his fingernails every time he tell a lie
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| Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills
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| Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill
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| Criminal official walk through with limited edition pistols
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| The symbolism twist you when the clips hit you
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| Pyramids of Mars AKA Kill Devil Hills
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| Existence of God, Jihad, Kill Devil Kill
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| Criminal official walk through with limited edition pistols
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| The symbolism twist you when the clips hit you
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| So many notches in my belt of the victims I have accumulated
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| I got a vision, the light in my head illuminated
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| Your mind’s scattered and broken and battered
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| So what does it matter that a rat-ass bastard fell down Jacob’s ladder?
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| I climbed the pyramid and punch him in the eyeball
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| Give him a black eye, take a picture with my iPhone
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| Now his eye swolled ripping out my sidearm
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| They don’t like me, I’m ghetto, I spit and get my high on
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| Tell the truth a lot, been in this booth a lot
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| Keeping it raw whether I’m in a bad mood or not
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| Open your mind with the venomous rhyme, a rare skill
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| Lines born in a cypher, you asked for a square deal
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| You see me grinning, your head is spinning
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| The symbolism is just like prison, I’m trying to free you from your condition
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| I got a suspicion you bitches are wishing me gone
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| I’m hitting the chron, a kiss on the cheek and it’s gone
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| I’m a Freemason, I’m a Rosicrucian, I’m a Shriner
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| Moorish Science Temple of America’s Osama
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| Amun Nebu Re Akh Ta Al Mateen is the father
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| United Nuwaubian Nation of Moors rhymer
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| It’s wild hard tryna stay on my deen
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| I’m a bomb, I’m aram son of Shem and Fateem
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| Kill Devil Kill Devil Hill metal regime
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| I’m a rebel still, me and Bill devilish team
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| I’m a force to be reckoned with, I’m the deer hunter
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| The dirtbag to the underage beer runner
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| I like cold and snow, never revere summer
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| If God is a woman then I never hear from her
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| I’ll chop a tree with my hands, it appears lumber
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| I’m the definition of lightning, you fear thunder
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| I’m taking everything motherfucker so fear hunger
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| You have a soft heartbeat fucking queer drummer |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kill Devil Hills , by - DJ Muggs. Song from the album Kill Devil Hills, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп