| Look at you, you all have spiteful looks
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| You just want to kill!
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| To take revenge!
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| This monastery is closed now, and no one is allowed to go out of here!
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| Abbot, just wanted to help other people
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| I’m not an unfeeling man. |
| Now the have control here, there’s nothing at all
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| Yo, I’m the undertaker
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| Stashin' Glocks in the radiator
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| Yo, I’m a rap style innovator
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| Only get involved with shit if you talkin' numerators
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| I move like Spawn mixed with Terminator
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| Domination, abomination, cast you to damnation
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| Put the pistol to the back of your dome
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| And let it 'pregnate ya
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| Let the doctor regenerate ya
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| Touch you with the flames of hell, then I disintegrate ya
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| My mind been fucked up since youth
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| Since I lost my first tooth, they tried to hide me from the truth
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| But a nigga had to overcome days of darkness
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| That made me heartless
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| Shoot up your office
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| Then burn the carpets
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| Left in rubble in a Amazon jungle
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| If you ain’t with me, then you against me, so fuck you
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| Wise men build and destroy
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| Soldiers get deployed, leavin' souls in the void
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| Fists of fury, when I was younger, I stole from Dexter’s Laboratory
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| You niggas ain’t in my category
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| Enriched chakras with heightened awareness
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| I waive the mask, careless
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| May your life be cherished
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| Get hit with missiles for the issue
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| After they wrap you with tissue, after they fish you
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| I’ll be throwin' the pistol
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| After they miss you, I’ma go to your grave and present you
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| With hot piss from the bladder
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| Kick over your flowers, it don’t matter
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| Your life’s dreams get shattered
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| Tainted and tattered, the scene left with brain matter
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| Steppin' out the house, totin'
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| Fill you with poison, arachnophobic
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| Atrocious, no clues, the police won’t notice
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| The case is hopeless, the trail is cold
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| They suspect it’s murder over gold
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| Throat all slashed up, I was pickin' the cash up
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| Somethin' I couldn’t pass up
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| All you seen was detectives wipin' the trash up
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| The world spins over the fast buck
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| Righteous minds go corrupt, stagnated, stuck
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| A lot of unsolved riddles
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| Mind divined in the temple
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| You fuck with us? |
| We kill you
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| It’s that simple
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| I’m afraid we can’t protect ourselves from being attacked
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| That’s why we’re forced to close down? |
| To avoid getting involved?
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| Exactly… Shaolin has a long history. |
| If it is destroyed during my time,
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| I could never face the ancestors of the temple
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| I understand, Abbot. |
| Your duty to the temple comes first
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| If we pray for tonight, and ask the Buddha’s blessing to grant his safe return. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swamp Water Death Trap, artist - Tha God Fahim. Album song Dreams of Medina, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп