| The real Gods
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| My style close to catastrophe
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| Fucking with the D.o.D. |
| is straight up blasphemy
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| Get your Guns all my bitches grab your tities
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| Tonight its goin' down this is Liberty City
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| Got the gridiest commite they commited to the action
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| And this is just a dream
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| Im a holographic black man
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| But still, real enough to put you in your place properly
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| Dope D.o.D
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| You won’t win like the lottery
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| Headz ain’t ready for the fearsome
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| Clear one
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| Pierce m like Predator the Mic is my speargun
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| Niggas is slackin'
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| All day I’ll be scopin’m
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| Spittin’in slowmotion they must be on Opium
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| Its hopeless son it dont matter what the rest say
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| Your skills got killed just like the spliffs in my ashtray
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| And D-Day ain’t nothin’comparised to what we say
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| I display my ways at the dawn of a new age
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| A wise man once said, worship without sacrifice is sinning
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| That explains blood on my hands from a chicken
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| You unclean being ain’t worth the picking
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| Apocalypto pillage your village, you the only man getting wind up missing
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| Viking! |
| Ride horses with armor
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| Use the dark forces… pilot to flying sourcerours
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| Breath in space without oxigen
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| Olmec face, blood in the vains of every race
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| All over earth, in every place
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| My D.N.A. |
| Placed, when I spit its like mace
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| Cleanse the earth with fire, what a waste
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| Repopulate the hardcore mc’s you soft like lace
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| You can’t handle, Roofless and Dope
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| You doufus, Simon, puppetmaster of the pope
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| Use the gamoura, twist you up like rope
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| God stuck on your planet cause my spaceship broke
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| Welcome to sin city, where sinners get busy
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| Evil resident, residence shitty eversince
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| I killed itchy, I’ve been real gritty
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| No benevolance, when I carefully conceal the evidence
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| And its evident… who's the real gods
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| I rub my salad fingers across rusty steel bars
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| We take trips and fly in space ships
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| You ain’t shit bitch, but a child of the matrix
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| I steal your pet for some poodle dog disection
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| And add your dad to my voodoo doll collection
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| My hooks on chains will tear the poo from your intestins
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| The room of remains needs a group of 4 forensics
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| Since the system, labels human beings
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| You can call me barberic like an ancient european
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| Bring the action, our reign is symbolic
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| I saw the dragon, with rains, bogz and gollic
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| We give flamable friction to pussy walls
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| And climb roofs in the shipment when duty calls
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| There’s a million mc’s to eradicate
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| Dope D.O.D.'s in your town, time to evacuate |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real Gods , by - Dope D.O.D.. Song from the album Branded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп