| Yeah, one two
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| Yeah, it’s the God of the Serengeti
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| I’m the god of the seven deadly
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| Immortal Technique, Poison Pen what up?
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| G.O.D, Jus Allah
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| Tony Kenyatta, what up baby?
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| Supreme Godhead, gutter like poverty
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| Righteous man is one of forty six parts prophecy
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| It’s epicyclical orbit like the hypotheses
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| It’s metaphysics that borders on the philosophy
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| Another song of yours is just another disaster
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| Another verse of mine is just another cadaver
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| You could call it a Genesis of another chapter
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| You could call it the venom that’s from the troubled rapper
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| The same rapper that was known for just smashing your face in
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| Who is God? |
| What’s material manifestation?
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| I’m indestructible, my actions are that of a Mason
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| Yamasee Native American tribe of relations
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| The judge threw the book at me, I take it in blood
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| The rook move horizontally, basically drugs
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| A nation of intellectuals, a nation of thugs
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| Jesus is hate, a nation of Satan is love
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| With a fist full of twenties, got my mind right
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| With a fifth full of henny, we Team Homicide
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| We swing side to side, so what’s happening'?
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| So what’s crackin'? |
| So what’s stackin'?
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| If we falling out, then we brawling out
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| Vinnie chalk ‘em out, ain’t nothing to talk about
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| Team Homicide, swing side to side, so what’s happening'?
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| Yo, what’s happening? |
| It’s all that shit…
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| Me and my conglomerates shall survive Apocalypse
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| I charge a price for telling people what the process is
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| Living in a world where dictatorship is obvious
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| Natural resources running out for the populace
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| Murder doesn’t need a lobbyist or an ambassador
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| Ask the survivors of the Mỹ Lai massacre
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| ‘Back to the Future' without the flux capacitor
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| Kill you for the gold like Colonel Gaddafi characters
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| You bath salt sniffin' zombies fuckin' a stranger
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| Navajo skin walkers, nigga, I’m a face changer
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| Surgically remove your heart, bury it at Wounded Knee
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| A microcosm of the graveyard that Earth is soon to be
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| A eulogy for those chasing cars and jewelry
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| I’m stocking food and water cause shit ain’t what it used to be
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| I’m motivated like Buster Douglas when his mother died
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| Border Patrol, nigga, see you on the other side
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| With a fist full of twenties, got my mind right
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| With a fifth full of henny, we Team Homicide
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| We swing side to side, so what’s happening'?
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| So what’s crackin'? |
| So what’s stackin'?
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| If we falling out, then we brawling out
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| Vinnie chalk ‘em out, ain’t nothing to talk about
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| Team Homicide, swing side to side, so what’s happening'?
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| Yo, what’s happening? |
| It’s all that shit… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song And Your Blood Will Blot Out the Sun , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album God of the Serengeti, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп