Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hail Mary , by - Outerspace. Song from the album God's Fury, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Outerspace
Song language: English
Hail Mary |
| Uh, we in Seattle wit the Mag the Knife and the Pharaohs |
| We loaded wit double barrels and all the cipher &apparel |
| We banging the Lost Battles and everything is a gamble |
| 'Sour Diesel’that raw purico wrapped from the gravel |
| We travel 'A Vicious Cycle’from Illadel to the Eiffel |
| My wife will walk wit a rifle, if I ask she’ll snipe you |
| Best believe the shit on my sleeve repping what I’m here for |
| Therefore my arm extends to who I’m here for |
| I’m still raw still spitting and working hard |
| Like King Syze walking thru them 'Labor Union’doors |
| Its real, conceal a weapon till the day of the election |
| When Bush gon’it’s on I’m licking at his direction |
| Spitting it to perfection, my ghetto report card A plus |
| Lay plush, new Chuckers laced up gritty |
| Shitty Saturdays, jewels look like Gamma rays |
| I’m Bobby Knight wit a mic in his Indiana days |
| Atlanta Braves tomahawking your parade |
| I fuck wit Phillies, watch you silly nigga |
| Watch what you say (I smack the shit out you) |
| We ducktaping whoeva the fuck hating |
| We leaving no prisoners, I’ma sin this to Son sacred |
| (Chorus) Planetary 2x |
| Hail Mary full of grace |
| Praise that the Lord be wit us when we walking thru space |
| Bless it, are those who rose to step in our face |
| We gotta get 'em, I hope they in a betta place, got 'em |
| Nah, y’all ain’t hear me on Gun Ballad or Black Christmas |
| Or Bloody Tears, I was busy handling my bizness |
| Me and Planet the same but we a lil different |
| Back in the booth like we left something missing |
| Back wit the truth I pray to God you niggas listening |
| Stack to the roof like pyramids but ain’t Egyptian |
| Use the mic as a brush to paint this diction |
| They gotta quarantine the lab they say we sickening |
| Music is like cook raw we blazed the kitchen |
| We got love worldwide amazing isn’t it? |
| We Blood Brothers from another father, another mother |
| Rhyme guzzlers son touch us and ain’t no one above us Who put in work like us and who the fuck can judge us We change it up a bit don’t understand what’s all the fussing |
| We make it happen; |
| we persevered thru all the weather |
| We Puerto Ricans so we accustomed to do whateva it takes |
| We stand firm, we stay together |
| OuterSpace that set in stone and remains foreva |
| QD for life, for worst, for betta |
| I got a hunger for blood and I thirst for chedda |
| (Chorus) Planetary 2x |