| Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
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| Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
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| Masks on, second floor, dun yo, I handle this
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| When y’all was fucking around with Bush I was running with Saddam
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| Puffing on the kush and building with the imam
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| The only thing you motherfuckers set was the alarm
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| I’m stronger than the motherfucking Tet in Vietnam
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| Whoever wanna knuckle up will be deformed
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| Praying to the altar of the church and reading psalms
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| I don’t mean weapons when I say that I’m dealing arms
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| I chop a motherfucking body up and feed the dogs
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| Me and Billy ain’t even deities we the gods
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| You a faggot, we the OGs that’s in the yard
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| Only a select few believe in Fard
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| The rest gonna meet with Shaitan to bleed and starve
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| Left hook astronomy, you seeing stars
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| If I ain’t in the studio drunk I be in bars
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| Bill buck-fifty this pussy and leave a scar
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| You might own a team, believe the league is ours
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| He was the keeper of the seven keys, eighteen a brick
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| A hundred and twenty-six thousand in a briefcase, give me my shit
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| It had the look that said, «I am the power»
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| The white angel with a scorpion branded across the particles of powder
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| Martyrs in the tower, owls, apocalyptic hour
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| Sound of pistol shower, crowning a system that devour
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| Mysticism shrouded in whispers, profound with an interest
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| Push a button and blow you up with a bomb from a distance
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| Like for instance in the parked car across from the precinct
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| Looking out my window watching your window falling to pieces
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| Bombing emergency, counterinsurgency, serpents flee
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| Furnished by me, sponsored courtesy of the murder spree
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| Using religion, science versus superstition
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| Came from the future to teach us how we overthrew the system
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| He lost an eye and several fingers on his right hand
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| Letterbomb sent to him by unidentified fans
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| The truth was never revealed, he retired to an island near Fiji
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| So his past would never reappear
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| Or so he thought until he caught some unidentifiable virus
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| They say he has five weeks to live |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keeper of the Seven Keys , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album Heavy Metal Kings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп