| I’m on a higher level, Nigga come and test the double barrel
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| Heavy metal, heading for your chest
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| I even shoot the shadow
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| Put the pedal to the floor, car crash, make, you rattle
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| Put a rapper on my Island, nah, he will never settle
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| I’m gettin' sentimental, see I’m just a tiny fellow
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| Trying to make a living off of niggas that you can’t handle
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| I got the power plus the energy to manhandle
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| Control panels that I operate with bad bengals
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| Hit a nigga on his bad ankels, cause I be livin' on the hillside,
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| my skill is too mad, trangle
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| Twist bones I be Kurt Angle, cause I got Saxons and Anglos waiting to dismantle!
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| So who is curious
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| Who wanna see us bust light like luminous
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| The crew of the duelists
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| 1, 2, 3, now check how I’m screwing it
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| I’m aggravated cut a nigga up and marinade 'em
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| Everybody livin' on the Island I just gotta hate 'em
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| Hell, I’m the son of Satan livin' like an ancient pagan
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| The way I break 'em the way I shake 'em, more than breathtakin'
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| My head achin' when niggas here start collaborating
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| Gotta make a statement with the wrench and start renovating
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| Elevatin', penetratin'
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| Governments like secret agents
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| Sarah Palin
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| I’mma shoot the first prick that, start hatin'
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| Start sprayin' like on Columbine I got no patience
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| Nor appreciation for the
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| Ones who think they’re innovating, legislating, see I’m trouble like illegal
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| Haitiens
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| Dope D.O.D. |
| here for maintenance!
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| I feel the sun without shades and lotion
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| Livin' on a rock in the middle of the ocean
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| Dancing with my ancient brethren
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| Protectors of the sacred treasure
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| On the attack quick, leaping through branches
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| After the pack chews pieces of cactus
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| For the enhancement, increasing our senses
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| Rocking a necklace with teeth of a dragons
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| I’m chief of the tribe, that frightens the cowards
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| Running the Island from my ivory towers
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| Mana powers, I swim with the sharks
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| Tats of headhunts, where my skin has been marked
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| Venomous darts, deployed to our units
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| We dip em in frogs with poisonous fluids
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| Skin a man’s scalp, toying with humans
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| I heard they from «far» I’m ignoring the rumors…
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| So who wanna die tonight?
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| Who’s gonna escape without using a guiding light
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| The duo of dynamite
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| 1, 2, 3, feel the wrath of the silent type…
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| No where to run… every dart we shoot is fatal
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| Some get kept alive, to get thrown into vulcano’s
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| Hear the lava bubble as we pull ya through the jungle
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| Diseases enter open wounds during heavy struggle
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| I drag ya to the middle of the village with a cleaver clutched
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| Makin' wifey watch as I chop her partners penis off
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| The place where ferox meets cannibal holocaust
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| The terrible stuff Cannibal Ox would bust
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| A cross of such, seems preposterous, but trust the gods
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| D.O.D. |
| Got that touch…
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| On the rocks…
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| The Island belongs to us… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Island , by - Dope D.O.D.. Song from the album Branded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп