| You need protected custody, if you dare to fuck with me
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| Murder in the 1st degree, I don’t kill them softly
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| Plastic surgery, is what you’re gonna need
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| You’re messed up, feel the wrath of the wicked free
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| A dark age, dark ways in this poetry
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| You see the light, I see the dark and it’s holding me
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| Voices in my head, always listen closely
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| Think again, cuz you can’t just approach me
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| Give rappers skull fractures, it’s on G
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| You were rolling with the crew, now you’re lonely
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| I’m in the zone, see?
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| I’m far out there
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| Never unprepared, got knowledge I won’t share
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| It’s over your head, danger beware
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| I’m looking down from the top of the stairs
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| Decapitate your head, hold it by the hair
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| Let the gods know, the sacrifice is dead
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| What the fuck’s going on?
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| Danger!
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| The only thing you can feel is the pain…
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| I’m ancient patient of Satan
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| There’s agents, tracing this pagan
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| When I’m taping, masons macing
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| Hibernation, missing, late Spring
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| Rap raven, take bling, gray skin
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| When I’m raging, I tase 'em, Raiden
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| Shit I’m changing
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| Stations, playing lame, fake, same shit day in, day out
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| Slaying zombies at my steakhouse (Planet Terror)
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| Let my shotty blow brains out (Splatter matter)
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| Woodstock to might come next, is deadly
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| You’ll get chopped up and buried in the soil of the Serengeti
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| We turn prairies to cemeteries
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| It ain’t a fairy tale, I’m married, to Bloody Mary
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| I kissed the bride with a sharp blade
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| And watch the 21st Century turn to a dark age
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| Mad skills, now I won’t pass them to the next man
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| Higher chief fist
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| Pack a sword in my left hand
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| Intestines, spray in many directions
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| Hip-Hop pills, I want the number one hit man
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| I feel the energy of enemies to start flinching
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| Telekinesis, I’mma split your mind like Brown Derren
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| Pretty sickening, the way I make infliction
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| On light-fret skin, ever course skinless skin
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| I’m a serious sinner
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| Make your body disappear like a serial killer
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| What I see in the mirror, is the creature Jay Domma
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| Cuz I be fucking niggas up, worse than karma
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| So call your momma (The bitch ain’t coming)
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| Cuz she is getting fucked in the depths of my dungeon
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| From London to Ghost Town
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| Niggas to concave
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| Cuz everyone here is living in the dark age |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dark Age, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Album song Branded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп