Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Secrets Worth Dying For, artist - DJ Muggs. Album song Kill Devil Hills, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Secrets Worth Dying For |
Live in the shadow of alien tribes with eyes the size of flying saucers |
Funeral assassins spraying automatics out of coffins |
Creeps with Lamas bogart like Feech LaManna |
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supreme Japanese piranhas freezing the spinal |
Draw, die first, Russian fanatics |
If sleep is the cousin of death then death is the cousin of sadness |
Murder’s the cousin of madness, love is the cousin of that bitch |
I smash shit, give me my money I’m anxious |
Crisp hundreds in the envelope, dookie on the? |
Spit roughish with the hella flow, hootie on the blow |
Buy up arms, molotovs, Irish car bombs |
Wild out squads, I body those, nine in my palm |
Only the dead have seen the end of war |
We use the tools of vengeance |
Fuck interrogation room confessions |
Keep your mouth shut, I’d rather stay true to friendship |
And follow that rule until everything I knew has ended |
I’m like a meteorite, I’m like graffiti you write |
If you knew the meaning of life amongst the greedy and trife |
Two hundred forty thousand miles of neural threads in the human brain |
Enough to stretch from planet Earth to the moon’s terrain |
All I need is nine millimeters to think |
I put it in perfect perspective so that people can take |
Time to digest my thoughts, connect to receiver |
Slice heads with swords drench you with ether |
Maybe you been handed yourself one of them first class tickets to the |
resurrection |
Religious symbolism, the diamonds witness perfection |
Shocking and horrific monstrosity |
Monolithic iconic I’m scientific |
Like that runaway satellite that crashed to the Earth |
The one they didn’t tell us about, our planet is cursed |
Ever since the mysteries of the pyramids |
My fingerprints, DNA, retinal scans experience |
Have been most helpful, navigated through the dead pool |
But told you about them guys with eyes like head wounds |
Biokinetic ooze they drool |
You read about them in these books you didn’t get from school |
This is not an exercise, this is fullblown thermonuclear war |
Get your radiation suits on, we shooters and more |
We the most vocal outerspace post-global |
Fifty years ago I wrote quotables now I accept the Nobel |
While ministers hope and cover the truth from the populous |
I resurrect the light down and save this metropolis |
Where cops are just looking for ops to rob us and set us up |
It’s second nature in the streets of America |
Where devils have us incarcerated like savage animals |
At the hands of a system designed to kill us |
They plan to do damage with psychological tools more than banana clips |
Something simple like making cannibalism glamorous |
Cult symbols hidden inside of movies behind the crucifix |
Lucifer’s influence is evident in numerous |
Everyday objects, the dollar bill, CBS |
The gleaming eye of Horus big brother watching your every step |
Moving up the ladder with Jacob until you break your neck |
We ain’t concerned with who’s a Mason, we facing death |
Nigga we all masons, bricks working to cheques |
Paranoid leaders singing orders through a text |
Skull and Bones terror bomb symbolize death |
Fists symbolize powers, hands symbolize sex |