| Only god is judge, never plea the case
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| Always aware of the truth we could never erase
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| Fallen from grace black North face
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| Ounce of green smoke, jack wit no chase
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| Peddle on the floor, thirsty for score, Fastlane
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| Destination: top of the cash game
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| Seek heat like a missle with mad aim
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| You can’t blame
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| Missin spirits who campaign
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| A mystery at most, universal most stee is hot
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| Yup more often then not!
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| Vision clear like a Hindu with the third eye dot
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| We be weak… nah baby that’s my word I got
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| Nuff rhymes, tuff times try talkin to kids
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| Who walk around thinkin that (God) doesn’t forgive
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| Life in itself is like a bid
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| And if you scared to die then you scared to live
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| Ain’t it a shame dealin with the remain
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| Hennessy on the brain, travel the plane
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| Will the copy cats twist the def traps
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| Bliss the sex raps, blind to jet black
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| Matters awake in response since came to life
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| Singin a seance, escape the realm
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| Bly swift like 'o' at, fake jacks a cast
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| Catch two smacks, gentlemen relax
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| Blaze trails that haven’t been traveled in a while
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| Scatter clues for those who equate the style
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| Cruisin' in the Lex out the window seat
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| While I be trippin' off the rhyme, bop my head to the beat
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| I can’t speak on delirious mood swings
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| True crowns, are handed to true kings
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| Tell ya take it back, straighten, money makin'
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| Vital sign: Awaken. |
| Idle minds go to Satan
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| No debatin' on the vestle that we navigatin'
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| Gravitatin', schemin', leave 'em standin' waitin'
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| Specialize in futuristic mental picture paintin'
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| We are slave to sick ways, I’m quenchin' with thirst
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| Gift of a new day they seem like a curse
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| What we made, penetrate the charade
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| The incision is barely felt from the sharpness of the blade
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| Movin' motionless through this masquerade
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| Loomin' in the dark, but just to save a spark (Rock)
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| Like a match made in Heaven and Hell apart
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| But still one, if it’s life we start
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| So real, reveal, sign is sealed
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| What we feels translates to meals
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| That 9-to-5 shit is no joke, muscle in
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| Scientist, but don’t look down upon my hustlin'
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| «Look at them, those two space monsters. |
| The one with the three heads is King
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| Geedorah
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| And that one’s Gigan. |
| We are controlling them.» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fastlane , by - King Geedorah. Song from the album Take Me To Your Leader, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп