Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Demonic Prophecies, artist - Outerspace. Album song My Brother's Keeper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Outerspace
Song language: English
Demonic Prophecies |
I came across a cross on fire, threw it at the altar for hire |
I be spitting so awkward I’m tired |
I roll with shooters who’s up in this bitch with the Rugers |
I drip mic in the fluid, I’m the illest and truest |
I move with my units, I’m unified with goons |
We mobbing, I’m taking your life for the price of a car at the auction |
Don’t take much — yeah, times is hard, yo |
Bill got the revolver poking out of the Volvo |
Uh huh multiple heaters out the two-seaters |
Riding 9 to 5 rallying hard for Mumia |
I spit true ether, either you hate or love it |
I break your face in half without breaking the budget |
Fuck it — I’m as rugged as Brownsville, Badlands |
Down by them Killadel, it’s all real |
Ya’ll ill to them niggas on your block posted |
I can’t tell, and it’s not cause I’m not focused |
We came from the days where you had to watch what you say |
Respect the older gods or they had to wash you away |
Tables turned, now we the ones to bury your body |
Demanding respect, don’t know? |
You better ask somebody |
Everybody gotta die, suicide, homicide |
Everyone got heat — Bowling for Columbine |
I swear I’m out my mind, out to shine, out for mine |
Kill everyone if they insist on dropping dimes |
Razorblade your eyelids, sleep on me now |
Chill your voice box — you speaking like a fucking child |
Y’all don’t want it now, y’all don’t want it never |
Y’all don’t want a war with us y’all niggas know better |
We spot-rushers, whole team come crashing in |
The block cover, that’s how we trap 'em in |
Lay it all on the table, this time we cashing in |
You either love it or hate it we got em panicking |
Don’t make me tap your chin, black out, pass the Henn' |
Masked men, black tims, got your block collapsing in |
You wanna come to where we at, sneak a ratchet in |
I catch bodies all day — human trafficking |
Demonic prophecies, sci-fi odyssey |
Motorcycle shootout drive-by's and robberies |
Sheeps and wolves, creeps and goons, sleeps for? |
Peep the sour dies and shrooms |
Desert Eagle heat, Desert Storm fatigue, Heavy Metal Kings |
On a private jet injecting heroin |
Nawh homie let me chill, that’s my uncle’s habit |
Rein in the TEC, don’t make me pop the trunk for ratchets |
Ill Bill & Outerspace calculate which route to take |
With every single chess move we make mountains shake |
Count the cake, a hundred thou apiece |
It’s a nice amount to make |
I’m about to put it down payment on a house today |
Never stop whether rhyme or crime, line for line |
It’s always prime time to shine |
The cult leader with the chrome nina, I call it Lolita |
I set the Lama on fire, you better call PETA |