| Every Kennedy was assassinated by the Illuminati
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| They should’ve went to Yankee Stadium for Giuliani
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| Said Halliburton impersonated Sunni jihadits
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| Or at the Black Sabbath show pulling UZIs on Ozzy
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| Experts in judo and karate, shooters with shotties
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| Use computers to rob commodities, abuse technology
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| Produce monopolies, Google and Youtube robbery
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| Automatic, in other words these goons shoot constantly
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| Starting innocent enough until the militants come
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| Bringing bow and arrow nukes and guerrillas with guns
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| But sometimes it’s like killing a cockroach with a sledgehammer
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| Buying black market hummingbird stealth-cameras
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| Beyond the gates through the eyes of horror
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| Walk the seven churches channeling a fiery aura
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| Cautionary tale, extraordinary rendition
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| Torture me in jail and then the warden went missing
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| Yo we just talking, conversations with God
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| Shout at the Devil, hundreds of rebel martyrs assemble
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| Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it
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| Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic
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| Yeah I can feel the fire again, the clench in my jaw
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| The rage in my chest, the stress in my palm, the pressure is on
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| The message is still reckless, my death-wish is gone
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| My focus is back, I’m sharp and obsession is strong
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| Critics told me that my message was wrong, they wasn’t listening right
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| Poetic prophet with the petulant storm
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| With the testament torn, smoking angel dust inside of Bible pages
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| My records was born from passion and survival rages
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| From people seen passing locked inside of cages
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| Running streets and hiding gauges, I’m performing live on stages
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| As positive as it can be for me
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| It’s my prerogative, are you sure you want to beef with me?
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| Nah you too chickens are too fishy, smelling faggoty and trashy and maggoty
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| Holding the liquor bottle nothing can stagger me
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| People love to hear stories of riches to raggedy
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| But what about the snitches and bitches always nagging me?
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| I don’t sleep, I don’t rust, in God I trust
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| Got a blood, got a cash, got a power lust
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| Got a bag of trick knowledge and an eye that’s all-seeing
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| While you’re waiting on the comeback of your supreme being
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| Master technician of the superstition
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| Doctor and a scholar, apocalyptic horror
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| Since Genesis I spit Revelations
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| Within infinite patience I United Nations
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| I’m the rising sun, I’m the new tomorrow
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| I’m the skull on the gun, I’m the song of sorrow
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| I’m the thirteenth hour, I’m the wisest owl
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| I’m a soul-eating predator, I’m on the prowl
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| I’m the stolen land, the wisest man
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| I’m the hidden hand, I’m the oldest plan
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| I’m the shifting shape, I’m the changing form
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| I’m the novus seclorum, I’m the coming storm |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Skull & Guns , by - DJ Muggs. Song from the album Kill Devil Hills, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп