| Fuck the machine, I’m raging against the broke life
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| I love the cream, my sayings affect the coke price
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| My demons are devils to the things that I don’t like
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| Can I detach myself former I know it’s on trife
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| Murder assault, powed out a control type
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| Worshiping at the author of rhymes like a low life
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| Dress correct, heavy metal and brother roll tight
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| I’m obsessed with death, hell do something Sean Price
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| Know the tech kid is out of thunder
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| No respectable but fat like bounty hunter
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| No remorse, mega force records seeking the story
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| We kill em all, zip up the bag, bring em to the mall
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| Bring him to the coroner table then cut him up and look inside of him
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| Why the fuck would they think that someone lied to them?
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| Sold em the dead dreams, listening to philosophers
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| Going against me? |
| Victory is impossible
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| Blood, money and death, dark side justice
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| Trust nothing except, dark side justice
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| Fuck love and respect, dark side justice
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| 120% dark side justice
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| My rap’s scary, it escaped from my Blackberry
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| Your rap stays trapped, it’s fake and imaginary
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| My rap full of guts and bad vocabulary
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| My rap has drug tracks and blood capillaries
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| It’s all cemetery, turn about mortuaries
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| I ain’t saying anything out of the ordinary
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| Not unusual, it’s the cult itinerary
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| Attending funerals with a dull contemporary
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| Whether it’s putting you in blind sense but never necessary
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| Gun straightened paper better than a secretary
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| With just one shot turn a jock into a Jerry
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| The Glock said we carry, turn The Rock into a fairy
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| Murder for no reason other than monetary
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| The devil made me do it, it’s involuntary
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| I keep clips and new papers obituaries
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| Behind a bookcase with a trick dictionary
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| Blood, money and death, dark side justice
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| Trust nothing except, dark side justice
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| Fuck love and respect, dark side justice
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| 120% dark side justice
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| It’s a perfect murder scene, a perfect murder about a perfect person
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| Blue Haria verse perfectly cursing a virgin
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| What’s the faculty of energy perfect exertion
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| Call me majesty, my words are conversed in a serpent
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| Pussy boy left the war, they call it desertion
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| I am dirty, I am opposite in every detergent
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| If it isn’t a Grey Goose then it’s certainly Bourbon
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| I write my rhyme in Beirut with a Burgundy Bourbon
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| Hard body rap, punch you in the chatter box
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| I would never walk the hallways unless I had a ox
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| That’s the reason why they put me in patted box
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| I would’ve never been a problem if I had my pops
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| I pull motherfuckers cold like a magic shot
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| Mossberg means spin several medal savage shots
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| The heater hit the fuckin flesh like the cattle prod
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| My physical body’s the vehicle for wrath of God
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| Blood, money and death, dark side justice
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| Trust nothing except, dark side justice
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| Fuck love and respect, dark side justice
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| 120% dark side justice |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 120% Darkside Justice , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album The Grimy Awards, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп