| I keep blunts of sess in between my jaws
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| I keep chunks of flesh, underneath my claws
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| Animal like, raping lady Afro-Dite
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| I watch people bleed to tease my appetite
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| Slice your mug, we’re hand-and-knife thugs
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| That’s so hardcore we banned from fightclub
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| Brawl with night crawling blood alcoholics
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| Y’all only hope is wooden stakes and garlic
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| Islamic, thinking on a higher logic
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| Dressed in arab garments on flying carpets
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| Taking me to hovering starships
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| With high powered aero nautics
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| To glide across cosmics
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| Lost in space, I pause to meditate
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| My soul’s energy cause walls to shake
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| Niggaz stand clear when my land is spread
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| Cause my scarecrow’s got real Klansmen heads
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| I’m from the place where temples could flare, eagles are hurt
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| A neighbourhood wear from steady went to shirt
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| A battlefield setting the teams, they move thugly
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| A group with a bitter dispute that turned ugly
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| Beef that started back in elementary
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| Then it move from the block to the penetentiary
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| The contest of the phonecall was frightning
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| The spark from the blaze to kill all was lightning
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| Completely unaware of their surrounding
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| In a +pool of blood+ responsible for drownings
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| The un-informed remains a total darkness
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| The only time you see light is when this metal spark this set
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| Something greater than their own encounter
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| Took a small business and they killed the co-founder
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| Now police probe this youngster’s background
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| Found something in his jeans that was hard to back down
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| Yo, I release agression
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| Explode like automic weapon
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| Going to deep spells of demonic posession
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| Gave the devil my rhyme book, just to read through
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| He hid it in a safe that he had swallowed the keys to Said: Jus Allah, I have nothing to teach you
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| There’s no plauge or harm to man more deceitfull
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| Than a lost breed of evil
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| Fucking monsterous niggaz
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| Trade to kill inside their subconcious
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| Taken what’s promised, derived from skies and comets
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| Acomplish Prophecies from Muhammed
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| I overpower shit, fuck the hater and the doubter shit
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| Chop off the top of your skull, drink out of it Cowardly bitch I hear death in the wind
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| Notify next of kin, best of friends
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| You limbs are lobbed off, by Jus Allah’s axe
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| Forced to whack their own severed arms to catch |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pool of Blood, artist - GZA/Genius. Album song The Best of Jus Allah, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп