| Blood, death, sex and crimes
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| Reminds me of some of my most memorable times
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| Stand placed, those were the good ol' days
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| Ain’t shit changed, still maintain my old ways
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| Upgrade, livin' like kings, gettin' nice things
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| Build and destroy, everything live brings
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| Killin' for sport, niggas ain’t as real as I thought
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| I’m just angry, lot of hate still in my heart
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| Playin' my part, rhymes like Christ is dark
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| One dart, and the crisis starts
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| We stumble amongst the path, that the righteous walk
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| You not worthy of the math, that the science is taught
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| Peep the system, with the wisdom, even if you cause friction
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| Give a fuck, main focus is Allah’s mission
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| Take your cross off, ask for forgiveness
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| First can’t prove, God, the man witness
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| Got an L, kid, nah, cool if you dig
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| Buildin' off the two, show and prove when I spit
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| Buddha fist, tell the truth, school is a bid
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| A tool to condition, how we choose to live
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| Use the shit, the jewel, leave 'em, fools should get
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| Death don’t apply, still we fuse to get
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| It’s ludicrous, who would of thought the shoes’ll fit
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| Feed 'em food for thought, before I chew these kids
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| Ya’ll left Kathy, but y’all can’t approach Sally
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| Frankie had a black with cats in back allies
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| Black gats strapped to the barney
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| I be god damn if the man won’t buy me
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| Shots of Bacardi, splash of coffee
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| Seven in the morning, going to crash the party
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| Probably blowing lines of oxy
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| Allah U Akbar, for my mind and body
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| Spit science, eyes of a mystic spell
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| Playin' God, with crimes like Christmas carols
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| Shit’s terrible, but the blind get hit with arrows
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| Pickin' off the hero’s, like fish in the barrel
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| Spit parables, compared with the knowledge of devils
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| Each claim me, now I’mma feel lost in hell
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| Spark the L, clearly I don’t want y’all help
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| Look up in the mirror, I saw God himself
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| We rock well, we will never bow to your king
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| With corpse selling, I knock at any coward who sings
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| Court cases, got me coming back with more things
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| Died and went to court, for what I got in my northface
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| Short changed, faith in every word Allah sing
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| For all dame, call at all events, I foreseen
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| Clouded up your head like morphine
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| Raw to the core, your brain absorbs the lost links
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| Allah, father or lord, with sharpened sword
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| First cry, hit the redbull’s eye in the dartboard
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| Leave when motherfuckers playin' harps and chords
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| Fatal scars, this year we taking ours
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| Even if it’s taking food out your baby jaws
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| License to God, giving all praise to Allah, my favorite part
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| Fuck y’all, your CD’s collect dust balls
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| Kill you niggas today, before the sun falls
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| This is where I thrive, trynna revive the crime
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| Proof real niggas get they lie
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| This no motherfuckin' image, balance the limits
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| Infinite, no start for a fuckin' finish
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| Niggas nowhere involved in God’s business
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| Best friends with the least to fuck with star witness
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| Motherfuckers deserve they ugly ass heads spinning
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| Only good fuck the devils, is a dead man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hell Razors , by - Jus Allah. Song from the album All Fates Have Changed, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп