| The blood scene followed by catch up
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| Peep the cinematography
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| A chopped up body found in the dry, spin it
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| Now who gone clean this mess up?
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| I’m from the school of ninjas
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| I free the crime scene in five seconds
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| Flash of a shadow, designed methods
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| The fine essence, divine blessings
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| Mind the tech, might’ve been fine
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| Tomb skilled fountain in the gloom tooth
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| The womb tail ran from the temple at 22
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| Memorize the manual, warning for death
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| I’m throwing stars at you putas
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| For trying to corner me up in the juice bar
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| That’s your head plus an arm and a leg
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| It’s back to the future for bread
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| I’m on the spot hustling meds
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| FedEx fair envelopes with the black dust in it
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| Meaning we coming to kill you when you can trust in it
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| Too many bodies for estimates, my goons is with it
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| You appear regular like city pedestrians
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| Honor to scroll, minus what it sells or what is sold
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| From the creators of rock and roll
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| The DNA was locked and load
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| Toxic bones, watch us getting it popping with poems
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| We’re not allowed mouth strapping their tones
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| I heard my ahki say he God Body while we drinking hard body
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| Made me thinking about God’s physical, kinda odd, probably
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| Christians say body of Christ
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| Hindus think each cast is a limb, Buddha’s reincarnate every life
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| Me, I’m just Bacardi and Sprite
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| But if the creator got an anatomy of somewhere holding the mic
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| His skeleton in every creed color and nation
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| Defeat Mohammad, Jesus and Abraham, cause that’s the foundation
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| Martin Luther King, Gandhi and Dalai Lama the heart
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| Bob Marley the lungs where the herb got sparked
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| Red blood cells is Damu and Piru
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| Crips the veins, cause your body and pump blue
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| The muscles must have Malcolm, Hannibal and Nat Turner
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| Che Guevara MC’s that are holding that burner
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| And neck turn your attention to 12 ribs on each side
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| So we must have 12 great women who changed lives
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| Like Mother Teresa, Mary Magdalene and Nefertiti
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| Harriet Tubman, Anne Frank, Marie Curie
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| Gloria Steinem, Sojourner Truth, Rosa Parks
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| Oprah probably did too, arguing with Joan of Arc
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| Marcus Garvey and Dubois — good thoughts in the brain
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| With Obama with ideas for real change
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| And everybody got a place to fit
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| Cheney an asshole, which makes George Bush a piece of shit
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| I’m stepping raising, no stepping fetching
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| Pervade it truth 'till you get it
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| Then work it 'til the code is embedded
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| Program the letters like I’m working for Microsoft
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| My micro hard, these cold written rhymes by God
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| Contemplate it like I’m John Austin walking a yard
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| Trying to balance to these being recorded and my tablets
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| Despite my transgressions at life I’m still at it
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| At least I’m not dead on the streets, a crack addict
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| Searching for salvation inside of a strange nation
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| Where niggers’d shoot each other than warn you about a motion
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| Rather live on the run and have to face incarceration
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| Fuck them crackers 'till they suffer from sense of deprivation |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Judas , by - Ras Kass. Song from the album Barmageddon, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп