| Godson, large guns, hard drums
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| Prolems, plastic livers and hard lungs
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| Far from, a colorful artist
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| Untroubled regardless, humble and cautious, zoology starts
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| Game of Throne, we upend the farthest
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| Check out my horos, I’m the lion in the jungle
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| Rob you niggas on the ave, you buy a hundred bundles
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| You don’t understand struggle? |
| I’ll rob you for your gun tool
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| I’m barkin on police, monster on the beats
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| Got a chopper in the car? |
| Gotta chopper in the streets
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| Make it hard for you to breathe, Parkinson’s disease
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| And part of my beliefs don’t make it hard for me to squeeze
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| I’m starting to agree; |
| niggas don’t love us
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| Niggas don’t want us, niggas don’t trust us — niggas can’t touch us!
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| My life that’s on paper? |
| That’s the shit that I publish
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| Stab your sister in private, your brother in public, nigga
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| You can’t kill me I’m dead already, his head is petty
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| My metal heavy, G-O-D of the Serengeti
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| Crazy Eddie machetes, I keep 'em in a Chevy
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| My metal heavy, G-O-D of the Serengeti
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| Just a young boy doing broke man shit
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| Running through the hood with a big four fifth
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| Spit on your poster, clique full of vultures
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| One shot, bet I’ll leave your liver on your shoulders
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| I’ll make your heart stop beating, your wife start cheating
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| She speaking with a mouthful of semen
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| We angels, y’all demons
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| If you think that you can fuck with the gods you’re dreaming
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| Cause my flow is like hell when you battle me
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| You bout to step into the realms of reality
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| Let’s get it poppin' motherfucker
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| For playing with pimping now y’all paying expenses
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| Like doctor bills, you’re not for real
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| I cock the steel over pot and pills, even cops get killed
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| On the block with a Glock before I got the deal
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| I don’t care, somewhere there’s a slot to fill, nigga
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| Godson, large guns, hard drums
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| Prolems, plastic livers and hard lungs
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| Far from, a colorful artist
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| Untroubled regardless, humble and cautious, zoology starts
|
| Game of Throne, we upend the farthest
|
| Check out my horos, I’m the lion in the jungle
|
| Rob you niggas on the ave, you buy a hundred bundles
|
| You don’t understand struggle? |
| I’ll rob you for your gun tool
|
| I’m barkin on police, monster on the beats
|
| Got a chopper in the car? |
| Gotta chopper in the streets
|
| Make it hard for you to breathe, Parkinson’s disease
|
| And part of my beliefs don’t make it hard for me to squeeze
|
| I’m starting to agree; |
| niggas don’t love us
|
| Niggas don’t want us, niggas don’t trust us — niggas can’t touch us!
|
| My life that’s on paper? |
| That’s the shit that I publish
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| Stab your sister in private, your brother in public, nigga
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| The Dim Mak teacher, the Book of Enoch reader
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| The five deadly venom chest beater, the chess teacher
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| The guest speaker, the Miami flesh eater
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| I’m the physical of severely compressed ether
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| Carry wisdom of a severely distressed Gita
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| The act of cowardice you display is your best feature
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| Chastiser of the enemy, Death’s reaper
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| Logic dictate experience the best teacher
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| I gave him two choices he didn’t deserve either
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| Confession doesn’t work to a deeply disturbed preacher
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| Everything is painted with blood from a snub heater
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| Father please instruct me on how to perform pitra
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| Smoked in every country a lot of the bomb reefer
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| Poked in every country a lot of the don divas
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| I was resurrected by tropical storm Jesus
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| I was then selected to slaughter deformed fetus
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| Godson, large guns, hard drums
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| Prolems, plastic livers and hard lungs
|
| Far from, a colorful artist
|
| Untroubled regardless, humble and cautious, zoology starts
|
| Game of Throne, we upend the farthest
|
| Check out my horos, I’m the lion in the jungle
|
| Rob you niggas on the ave, you buy a hundred bundles
|
| You don’t understand struggle? |
| I’ll rob you for your gun tool
|
| I’m barkin on police, monster on the beats
|
| Got a chopper in the car? |
| Gotta chopper in the streets
|
| Make it hard for you to breathe, Parkinson’s disease
|
| And part of my beliefs don’t make it hard for me to squeeze
|
| I’m starting to agree; |
| niggas don’t love us
|
| Niggas don’t want us, niggas don’t trust us — niggas can’t touch us!
|
| My life that’s on paper? |
| That’s the shit that I publish
|
| Stab your sister in private, your brother in public, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cold, Dark and Empty , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album God of the Serengeti, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп