| Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick’s bigger, why fuck?
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| Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
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| Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
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| Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace
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| Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick’s bigger, why fuck?
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| Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
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| Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
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| Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace
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| Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick’s bigger, why fuck?
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| Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
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| Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
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| Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace
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| Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick’s bigger, why fuck?
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| Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a mac truck
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| Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
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| Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace
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| Nigga what? |
| I’m complicated down to my strut
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| Like the way I hold my gat flat on its side like a pug
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| And I’m tickling the trigger make it laugh from its gut
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| You would think I’m a comedian the way it erupts
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| Nigga what? |
| I represent the ashes and dust
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| All that’s sittin up in ya chin that’s got ya stuck in a rut
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| You can fire, hold your fire, son, I’m smokin you up
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| You can whistle your desires even Buddha got snuffed
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| Nigga now I’m standing on the corner of wow
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| Exclamations pointed at me 'cuz I’m gettin' these nouns
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| Got these kids inventing adjectives and gaining renown
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| 'Cuz I am nigga, I am
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| Nigga please, the earth, the air, the fire and the seas
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| Third dimension, fourth dimension, fifth dimension with ease
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| Oh, the chicken never thought I’ve got ya smokin' them trees
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| Ask your front door what my sawed off got you snortin' them keys
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| Nigga what? |
| But I ain’t gonna knock open up
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| When it’s time to meet your maker ain’t no changing the plot
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| You’re an actor in the series nigga, I own the lot
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| And I’m here to serve these royalties like gold in a pot
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| Callin' haves and have nots
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| Callin' haves and have nots
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| Callin' haves and have nots
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| Callin' haves and have nots
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| Callin' haves and have nots
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| Callin' haves and have nots
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| Callin' haves and have nots
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| Callin' haves and have nots
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| Hey, ain’t no need to stop that
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| Hey, ain’t no need to stop that
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| Hey, ain’t no need to stop that
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| Hey, ain’t no need
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| God and pussy, objects of desire
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| And ill repute some rather seek up high
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| Than dig and grind that inner truth
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| The angel of my eye
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| A bit too fly to substitute
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| With any other form than the Messiah’s black Mariah
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| Mothership, grandmother moon and sea
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| The wave and form of beauty born of Eden’s apple tree
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| And every single Adam stands erect and prays to be
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| The follower she offers sweet communion, holy union
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| Let me see you run it just like that
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| Move your hips from side to side
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| Come forward, push it back
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| Let me know firsthand the land of glory that I lack
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| I surrender all to you if you surrender back
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| Holy God where’d you learn to squeeze it tight and then
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| Move it slow enough for me to question everything?
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| You slowly start to tremble heaven’s walls begin to sing
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| Tsunami ever after cosmic slop on everything
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| Hey, ain’t no need to stop that
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| Hey, ain’t no need to stop that
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| Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick’s bigger, why fuck?
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| (Ain't no need to stop that)
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| Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
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| Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
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| Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace
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| Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick’s bigger, why fuck?
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| Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
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| Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
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| Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Ritual , by - Saul Williams. Song from the album The Inevitable Rise and Liberation Of Niggy Tardust, in the genre Иностранный рок