| Nobody gets out alive until the cops arrive
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| It’s a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
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| I cause more scare than Godzilla
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| Made the church people on your block wanna move out
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| Nobody gets out alive until the cops arrive
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| It’s a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
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| My style is wild like pitbulls trapped in cages
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| Made the church people on your block wanna move out
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| Every rhyme I write is 25 to Life
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| Every rhyme you write don’t even deserve a mic
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| Crossing international borders with a bomb threat
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| You motherfuckers haven’t even left your block yet
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| You’re a bitch, you’re a ho, here’s a prom dress
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| You wanna try to box with God it’s no contest
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| So keep on thinking this shit is sweet
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| I’mma start a sandstorm and put you under the Middle East
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| You got it fucked up homie, I’ve been a beast
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| Reptilian tongue and my skin is deep
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| Rumor has it they say I’m thrown off
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| Until their limbs is everywhere, wigs is blown off
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| Is that the cast of a death mass?
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| Is that water in a red glass?
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| Why, I’d thought you’d never ask, it’s as legend has
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| There’s a method to the mad, it’s direct and fast
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| Disconnected from the guest it’s a second-class
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| I have left a trail of debt, checks in the mail
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| Heads or tails, death prevails, never fails
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| I will never get derailed, that tip is stale
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| I will never get to hell, that ship has sailed
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| I’m refined, mastermind after cash and kind
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| Hand me gunshot pantomime, axe to grind
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| Pass into the sublime have a laxing time
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| Have a glass of wine, have your last act of kind
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| Everything they say is irrelevant
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| I’m an element of rap that defines pure elegance
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| Elevating my residence, bigging them up
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| I’m in the hood rocking JMT shit in the truck
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| Not I Against I because I don’t sleep on my stomach
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| I rock Heavy Metal Kings and watch the barrel of the gun twitch
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| You’re talking dumb shit, hooting and hollering
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| I lift the cannon and wait for the bazooka to swallow them
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| I’mma do this regardless of them, I’m the original
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| Dirty rotten scoundrel surrounding your pinnacle
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| Block the perimeter, I’ll hit you with the fadeaway
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| Got a bullet with your name on it for a rainy day
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| So many days, so many nights
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| So much money got fucked up, so many fights
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| So many niggas got knuckled down for no reason
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| So many cowards got guns but don’t squeeze them
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| Yeah, that’s just the way it is
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| I finally got a whiz that’s ready to bless the sun with a hundred kids
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| So I can fall back, Ralph Lauren straw hat
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| Sour Diesel already showed you I’m all that
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| I won’t stop trying to ride on you assholes
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| First week sales donated to Daschel
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| You think I’m bugging right?
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| But it’s these zeros in my bank account
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| That got me saying «Nigga, floss it right»
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| My brain’s vast as the sky is
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| My heart doesn’t know what die is
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| Pyromaniac rap, Vinnie starts fires
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| Only an ignorant thought ignored Osiris
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| And that’s why the enemy lost and caught virus
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| Where I’m from Gods, Earths, 85ers
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| Y’all ain’t got heat underneath it’s all wires
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| I’m on some Samhain shit with bonfires
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| My whole team animal thug and born liars
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| You ain’t aware of what any the 12 Tribes is
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| You’re a devil who tell the enemy where God is |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Séance Of Shamans , by - Jedi Mind Tricks. Song from the album A History Of Violence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп