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