Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Egyptian Moses, artist - Heavy Metal Kings. Album song Black God White Devil, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil, Uncle Howie
Song language: English
Egyptian Moses |
He who drink blood from the Nile hate the taste |
Seen a nun take a demon dick straight to the face |
Seen my uncle cook crack like he baking a cake |
Matter fact baked brownies with a eight of the shake |
Russel Simmons signed the Beastie Boys high on woolas |
Rick Rubin was high too when Rick The Ruler was a shooter |
Cuban link cable hanging lower than the table |
My goons flip you’ll be handing over all the paper |
Gymnastic flip coke and murder weapons |
Savages make your bitch blow the german shepherd |
Renegades of doom Supercoven shoot you mother |
Gucci jumper Uzi dumper Uzis under 'zuzi bumpers |
Kalashnikovs under camouflage, grafting of the fluoride |
True and living human God, shooter squads |
Oracle like a Futura' mural |
Never taking shorts, cause Brooklyn’s always the borough |
Egyptian Moses 24 karat king tut piece |
Fuck the Police Righteousness versus lust and deceit |
Enough ice to manifest Christ like dust in the weed |
Rest in peace Uncle Howie |
Rest in peace Sean P |
Egyptian Moses 24 karat king tut piece |
Fuck the Police Righteousness versus lust and deceit |
Enough ice to manifest Christ like dust in the weed |
Rest in peace Uncle Howie |
Rest in peace Sean P |
My goons corrupt like carpenter’s union down to construction |
Oven trusted you wrapped in the carpet tied with your lungs busted |
?gripe warnings of god protective of vets? |
Fertilized flesh left you with the burgundy vest |
Surgeon Koresh carverners can’t determine your sex |
The soul arrest rest no sweat we bury pussies in warchests |
Forty tubes emerge from your neck you ain’t a soldier yet |
The P96 got me holding all the soviets |
Tooth and Nail encrypted bones where the evil roam |
Im sipping vino, guns up sleeves like the Gambino home |
My synagouge invert the priest until his wig is gone |
Incinerated my hearts winter like a simple bomb |
Artillery like pakistani tecs with the hidden charm |
Doctor giggles chemical agents with the kitchen arms |
They call me «Pyrex guns», from reps on the stove |
Like Perry King from Riptide throw coke on the boats |
When I walk into the room y’all better switch your demeanor |
Or your team getting washed like a trip to the cleaner |
It was love when I pit my first clip in a nina |
And my dunny flip birds like he giving the finger |
And this ain’t nothing lightweight this is a code red |
This batiman family left him alone dead |
How you gonna say that you eat when there’s no bread |
I’m dressed to kill in all black like the phone dead |
Isaac 14:21, it’s a slaughtering |
God made a firmament, astrological origin |
A younger God asked me to interpret the Quran for him |
He told me that the smokeless flame of fire had tortured him |
Pour some fucking goose, get Billie some Bob Marley |
Or we gon' pop out in the dark like surprise parties |
Extended clips they gon' give me like five extra |
Make Salat, beam on the Glock and apply pressure |