Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crazy Balheads, artist - Phi Life Cypher. Album song Millenium Metaphors, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Zebra Traffic
Song language: English
Crazy Balheads |
Yeah Phi-Life Cypher, Millennium 2000 conquests |
Attacking the iluminati, check it out |
Were gonna chase them Crazy Balheads outa we town |
Outa we town ah what we do |
Chase them Crazy Balheads outa we town |
Outa we town ah what we do |
(Si Philly) |
I got the kinda style that makes disabled people run round |
I rap from sunrise to sunset that’s when the suns down |
My name be Life some people mistake me for Jesus Christ |
Cause he was a light skinned in dreadlocks and sandals but I wear the Nikes |
We’ve both been crucified because of our wisdom and our beliefs |
From the system of Babylon triple six mark of the beast |
Now Satan be the patron of hate war and devastation |
His occupation is to turn the whole world into a gang of freemasons |
Like revelation I reveal, how I feel about Lucifer’s army |
Those crack smoking blasphemers who munching on salami |
Gulping down Sunny Delight there’ll be another devil’s angle |
The Church of Satan receive 50% of the profits of proctor and gamble |
Heavy metal music supporting Lucifer’s level |
Play their music backwards and your hear messages from the devil |
Government and church scams the Pope who run the Vatican |
Behind the people’s backs be smoking crack plus he’s a battyman |
Vicars and pastors too, curb crawling to prostitutes |
On Sundays they wear black suits claiming to preach the tune |
That’s why they’re wearing dogcollars not godcollars |
They’re satanic scholars dishing red gold and green for devil colours |
(Life) |
I’m dodging the black chop alias the sniper rights the sights |
The secret societies they try to snatch me in the night |
People that’s in the 33rd degree levels diplomacy |
Are planning on splitting my family like we were Jodeci |
You know its me come to give a nigga the factors |
The planets got a script and the populations exactors |
Im getting deep with you people Life just feel asleep |
We telling the people thats minds are weak there future’s looking bleak |
They got a plan for women and man |
Every boy and girl they bringing the new order to the world |
Coming just like a thief inside the night they blind you with their light |
They got you sipping sunny delight and thinking it be aight |
Gonna shock ya we Procter and gamble information |
To give the money to the Church of Satan |
Im not the patron lucifarians I be the rastafarian |
Scaring them like a shark in an aquarium |
I make you scream like you been in a Freddie dream |
Cause I be in the team possessing anarchy heatedly |
Them men in black trenchcoats they try to slit my throat |
And FBI try to decipher signs in what I wrote |
My nine lead to genetic telekinetic protecting me |
From zealous medics with powerful anaesthetics |
Strapping me in the operating bed to take a tumour out my head |
Secretly slipping a digital microchip instead |
Cause you can’t stop reality from being real. |
real. |
real |
Were gonna chase them Crazy Balheads outa we town |
Outa we town ah what we do |
Chase them Crazy Balheads outa we town |
Outa we town ah what we do |
Say we chase 'em down North and we chase them down south |
If we see a balhead we lick them in their mouth |
Scratching: Phi Life Cypher next up chasing the iluminati all about (yeah yeah) |
Its time crisis we come with skills magical like Isis in any crisis |
Terrorising pentagon what da you think? |
Si Philly DJ Nappa big up the creators (phi life phi life) |
2000 flex (peace) We done yes we done |