| I’m not for conscious trade
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| I’m from the honest days of robbing chains and bombing trains
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| I operate differently: me and them are not the same
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| There is no law except the law of the beast
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| And the beast choose war over peace
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| Until all are deceased
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| Treachery is a virtue
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| Your best of friends’ll turn to enemies and hurt you
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| Discredit you and curse your mother or God
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| Escape past lies through heaven’s gate
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| Son of Saddam raped another mans wife on her wedding day
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| Police massacres to chiba traffickers
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| The beast is after us
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| The reaper laughs at us
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| Peeing through catheters
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| Shit through colostomy bags after violently stabbed
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| Vegetables connected to respirator tubes until the very end
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| Until the light is gone at the end of the tunnel
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| Delivering death to everything and everyone that ever loved you
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| Quotable madness, socially anxious soldier assassins
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| Skull full of maggots and a soul full of anguish
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| Fresh out the box, crispy innovators
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| Pull out in busy elevators
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| And spark shootouts on escalators
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| Fire AK’s from fire escapes
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| And rock the stage like a live grenade and got paid
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| Listen!
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| They sought to overpower me
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| Let the sickness in me just devour me
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| Listening to Bathory with Billy in the Bowery
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| The shotgun pump and the raw white empower me
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| Me Cult Leader and Slaine careless alchemy
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| I’m more hungry now cause I have another mouth to feed
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| Trying to kill this motherfucker, Operation Valkyrie
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| When Crypt got sick everything went south for me
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| Now this motherfucker got better and he out with me
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| Fuck whoever doubted me, all of y’all are gone
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| And y’all can’t overstand how it’s Apocryphon of John
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| Worshiping the energy and honoring the storm
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| Yet I’m a part of Mossad and honoring Islam
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| My son everything to me, he undoubtedly shining
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| And he walk with the aura of a powerful shaman
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| He either gonna be a writer or possibly rhyming
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| Ryan Marciano Terrence, the heart of a lion
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| Fresh out the box, crispy innovators
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| Pull out in pissy elevators
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| And spark shootouts on escalators
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| Fire AK’s from fire escapes
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| And rock the stage like a live grenade and got paid
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| Listen
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| It’s been so many years, I’ve been caught up in this game
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| Must’ve had it in my blood, I was brought up in this vein
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| Wrong at every level, momma thought I was insane
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| Brought my life between the lines and remained recordings of the pain
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| To here for my spirit giving order in my brain
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| Deception is distorted and it’s always been the same
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| So I accepted no shortage in the blame for the losses
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| Now it’s all water in the drain
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| Fighting these forces, crawling in my skin
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| Brawling with the things that made me, this is all I ever been
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| But I’mma take it home for the win
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| Come back with the Gods who atone for the sins
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| Hold chrome with the kings
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| Survivors that’s been dying to rule
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| Riding with that heavy metal that we’re liable to pull
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| There’s a bad moon rising in the skies and it’s full
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| Passion for life as seen through the eyes of the wolf |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crispy Innovators, artist - La Coka Nostra. Album song To Thine Own Self Be True, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп