| Let’s start with some tough love, alright?
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| Ready for this?
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| Here (it) goes…
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| Amayomi and Alabaster peak
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| We could drop Masters of Reality
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| Dropping acid with Manson families and assassins
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| A man deceased, Grandmaster of Satanic beliefs
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| Gather to eat where the savages and cannibals feast
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| I’m back from the streets with two pistols, but multiple issues
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| Chrome in the fist, deadly omen, hoping I miss you
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| Broken bones and opening tissue
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| Feds blowing the whistle
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| So I’m controlling a drone and throwing a missile
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| Know the future glow in the crystal
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| Like truth is shown picture perfect
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| Don’t be a victim or a missing person
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| Everybody wanna go to heaven but nobody wanna die
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| Holding a shotty, it’s Columbine, we the bottom line
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| I’ve got a rotten mind that stands suspected
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| Like Rust Cohle in True Detective
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| A future lesson in why you shoot your weapon with brute aggression
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| Move the heavens with «Blue Obsession»
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| Jesse Pinkman, I lose it in a mood depression
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| Yeah bitch!!!
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| (scratches)
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| Tight, tight, tight, yo
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| You got me
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| I’m in the empire business
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| (scratches)
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| Gatorade me, bitch!
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| Get rich and die a weird death
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| Fuck bitches, get money, do drugs, shoot guns
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| Puff a barrel up in a whore cunt
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| Shoot the camera up in a whore’s muff
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| Born hustler, If I lose bread, you losing blood
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| The loser’s running and if you rude I use my Luger, son
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| 40 Watt plasma rifle, dude, I’ll shoot the sun
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| Fighting through a life of strife looking at night fiends
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| Got me pushing weight through Brooklyn like I’m concrete
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| Bubble tape wrap that’s only built for Cubans and shooters
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| Evict the Rulers
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| Reflected through the squint of a jeweler
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| Squinty-eyed like Dirty Harry with the burner handy
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| Word to Andy, bitches suck on my dick like squirting candy
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| They thirsty for cream
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| Filling my team of villains will put a beam
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| On your bean until your thoughts and dreams are spilling
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| Cult Leader and Capital, DeNiro and Pesci
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| Genius evil-doers making the hero look messy
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| (scratches)
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| Now, say my name
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| Cult Leader
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| (scratches)
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| Say my name
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| (scratches)
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| Capital
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| You’re goddamn right
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| I am not in danger
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| I am the danger |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cult Leader & Capital, artist - Q-Unique. Album song The Mechanic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп