Mystic Spirits Lyrics
| Song | Mystic Spirits |
| Artist | Flesh 'n' Bone |
| Album | T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Elliott, Howse | |
| ...And in a town | |
| And they're not takin' dominions like this | |
| Flesh-N-Bone comin' at ya like this: [Laughing] | |
| [Flesh] | |
| Get 'em off me, in me you're feelin' I get when I'm tryin' | |
| Your spirits get inside of me, blindin' my mind | |
| I get stoned, like in asylum, I put a trap my mental | |
| Get a temper, turn all violent, put a stop on my silence | |
| Get blown, Flesh-n-Bone got the TEC | |
| And it's on for the next, who get mo murda, murda | |
| My Lord, never felt so many spirits all up in my system | |
| Controllin', me listen I wanna take 'em, but a nigga stay calm | |
| Yet he lead, he wet, so wet, sweaty palms | |
| Glocks and a bomb, I'm makin' sure that he cracked the whole area | |
| Carry ya body, buried in your front lawn | |
| We're confusin' to you while I'm using you fools | |
| All abused, find us sort of like a mystery | |
| Wonderin' how in the hell you keep losin' | |
| Check how I keep schoolin', peep niggas (made history) | |
| Flip of my tongue and it's over - you hung upside-down by your feet | |
| Fin to send ya swangin', and knew somebody shoulda showed or told | |
| Just a little somethin' shit'll get you strung out | |
| And hangin', and I'll bet that I mangle any person | |
| Strangle any serpent, wantin' to tangle with me | |
| When a brawl goes down, look around at the city - tore it up | |
| But your ass still ready when I hit and see | |
| Mystic spirits all up in my Flesh-N-Bone deep within | |
| One flip of my tongue and you niggas are hung | |
| Too late | |
| Consume in sin | |
| [Flesh] | |
| Fall asleep, fall deep in a nightmare | |
| Wake up and see me standing there at the edge of your bed | |
| Thought it was Freddy, instead it be Flesh | |
| And he holdin' a machete steady drippin' bloody red | |
| But I warned 'em time from time again | |
| Time after time again, I'm a just sit back sip gin | |
| Think on how to ? corner 'em all, consume 'em | |
| And sent them in a murder with a Mack-10 | |
| Pack that gat, so them had it | |
| Ready, set, aim, and straight to pull the flame off the temple | |
| People standin' around - | |
| They wonderin' where did he go to get away from the po-po | |
| Can't fuck with a nigga, man, so pull the trigger - simple bang! | |
| Hear it, feel it ,wicked spirits in the room dance to your doom | |
| When he had to come enter through the room pretty soon | |
| So hell get, assume position, lay down in the tomb gone | |
| I love the way they ?, boy, had his soul snatched from the body | |
| Left the corpse here, struck with an exorcist, possessed him | |
| Had to put him out of misery, get the stiff and no shadow | |
| Nigga got to attack, so many spirits live inside, trip this | |
| All of my mystic spirits, I get ready, make a nigga wanna cry | |
| Mystic spirits all up in my Flesh-N-Bone deep within | |
| One flip of my tongue and you niggas are hung | |
| Too late | |
| Consume in sin | |
| [Flesh] | |
| In check, learn a lesson by the mastermind, stack | |
| Learn to pap pap or commandin' attackin' 'em again | |
| Feel it deep with in, seep, slowly, slide inside | |
| I'm might take over your mesmerized friend, and in your chinny-chin | |
| Grim niggas steady sendin' back to back blows 'til them hoes fold up | |
| Bow down, try to get these now, nigga bound to be found | |
| Could not ? sewed up, ready for use made you rich and sellin' out | |
| Take yourself, nigga told on this homie, dog | |
| And they all had a fall, hittin' stickin' 211-turned-187 | |
| When they hauled it off | |
| Never stop when I'm gettin' my swerve on | |
| Niggas take a fall, and then haven't you heard? | |
| 'Cause she takin' shit over, hittin', rollin' dope, bring up ? | |
| Kilo up on your block and serve it, out the strap nigga, hang | |
| Let my thug nuts swang, touch the pavement | |
| Jack them when the ground get too rough pick them up and eruption | |
| 20 gauge splitters slug attackin' them in the back if ya go to turn away | |
| Oh nigga, might kill all you fools who ain't worthy | |
| Be the man in the city Cleveland | |
| Everyday people in St. Clair my niggas play dirty | |
| Mystic spirits all up in my Flesh-N-Bone deep within | |
| One flip of my tongue and you niggas are hung | |
| Too late | |
| Consume in sin |
| zuo qu : Elliott, Howse | |
| ... And in a town | |
| And they' re not takin' dominions like this | |
| FleshNBone comin' at ya like this: Laughing | |
| Flesh | |
| Get ' em off me, in me you' re feelin' I get when I' m tryin' | |
| Your spirits get inside of me, blindin' my mind | |
| I get stoned, like in asylum, I put a trap my mental | |
| Get a temper, turn all violent, put a stop on my silence | |
| Get blown, FleshnBone got the TEC | |
| And it' s on for the next, who get mo murda, murda | |
| My Lord, never felt so many spirits all up in my system | |
| Controllin', me listen I wanna take ' em, but a nigga stay calm | |
| Yet he lead, he wet, so wet, sweaty palms | |
| Glocks and a bomb, I' m makin' sure that he cracked the whole area | |
| Carry ya body, buried in your front lawn | |
| We' re confusin' to you while I' m using you fools | |
| All abused, find us sort of like a mystery | |
| Wonderin' how in the hell you keep losin' | |
| Check how I keep schoolin', peep niggas made history | |
| Flip of my tongue and it' s over you hung upsidedown by your feet | |
| Fin to send ya swangin', and knew somebody shoulda showed or told | |
| Just a little somethin' shit' ll get you strung out | |
| And hangin', and I' ll bet that I mangle any person | |
| Strangle any serpent, wantin' to tangle with me | |
| When a brawl goes down, look around at the city tore it up | |
| But your ass still ready when I hit and see | |
| Mystic spirits all up in my FleshNBone deep within | |
| One flip of my tongue and you niggas are hung | |
| Too late | |
| Consume in sin | |
| Flesh | |
| Fall asleep, fall deep in a nightmare | |
| Wake up and see me standing there at the edge of your bed | |
| Thought it was Freddy, instead it be Flesh | |
| And he holdin' a machete steady drippin' bloody red | |
| But I warned ' em time from time again | |
| Time after time again, I' m a just sit back sip gin | |
| Think on how to nbsp? corner ' em all, consume ' em | |
| And sent them in a murder with a Mack10 | |
| Pack that gat, so them had it | |
| Ready, set, aim, and straight to pull the flame off the temple | |
| People standin' around | |
| They wonderin' where did he go to get away from the popo | |
| Can' t fuck with a nigga, man, so pull the trigger simple bang! | |
| Hear it, feel it , wicked spirits in the room dance to your doom | |
| When he had to come enter through the room pretty soon | |
| So hell get, assume position, lay down in the tomb gone | |
| I love the way they nbsp?, boy, had his soul snatched from the body | |
| Left the corpse here, struck with an exorcist, possessed him | |
| Had to put him out of misery, get the stiff and no shadow | |
| Nigga got to attack, so many spirits live inside, trip this | |
| All of my mystic spirits, I get ready, make a nigga wanna cry | |
| Mystic spirits all up in my FleshNBone deep within | |
| One flip of my tongue and you niggas are hung | |
| Too late | |
| Consume in sin | |
| Flesh | |
| In check, learn a lesson by the mastermind, stack | |
| Learn to pap pap or commandin' attackin' ' em again | |
| Feel it deep with in, seep, slowly, slide inside | |
| I' m might take over your mesmerized friend, and in your chinnychin | |
| Grim niggas steady sendin' back to back blows ' til them hoes fold up | |
| Bow down, try to get these now, nigga bound to be found | |
| Could not nbsp? sewed up, ready for use made you rich and sellin' out | |
| Take yourself, nigga told on this homie, dog | |
| And they all had a fall, hittin' stickin' 211turned187 | |
| When they hauled it off | |
| Never stop when I' m gettin' my swerve on | |
| Niggas take a fall, and then haven' t you heard? | |
| ' Cause she takin' shit over, hittin', rollin' dope, bring up nbsp? | |
| Kilo up on your block and serve it, out the strap nigga, hang | |
| Let my thug nuts swang, touch the pavement | |
| Jack them when the ground get too rough pick them up and eruption | |
| 20 gauge splitters slug attackin' them in the back if ya go to turn away | |
| Oh nigga, might kill all you fools who ain' t worthy | |
| Be the man in the city Cleveland | |
| Everyday people in St. Clair my niggas play dirty | |
| Mystic spirits all up in my FleshNBone deep within | |
| One flip of my tongue and you niggas are hung | |
| Too late | |
| Consume in sin |
| zuò qǔ : Elliott, Howse | |
| ... And in a town | |
| And they' re not takin' dominions like this | |
| FleshNBone comin' at ya like this: Laughing | |
| Flesh | |
| Get ' em off me, in me you' re feelin' I get when I' m tryin' | |
| Your spirits get inside of me, blindin' my mind | |
| I get stoned, like in asylum, I put a trap my mental | |
| Get a temper, turn all violent, put a stop on my silence | |
| Get blown, FleshnBone got the TEC | |
| And it' s on for the next, who get mo murda, murda | |
| My Lord, never felt so many spirits all up in my system | |
| Controllin', me listen I wanna take ' em, but a nigga stay calm | |
| Yet he lead, he wet, so wet, sweaty palms | |
| Glocks and a bomb, I' m makin' sure that he cracked the whole area | |
| Carry ya body, buried in your front lawn | |
| We' re confusin' to you while I' m using you fools | |
| All abused, find us sort of like a mystery | |
| Wonderin' how in the hell you keep losin' | |
| Check how I keep schoolin', peep niggas made history | |
| Flip of my tongue and it' s over you hung upsidedown by your feet | |
| Fin to send ya swangin', and knew somebody shoulda showed or told | |
| Just a little somethin' shit' ll get you strung out | |
| And hangin', and I' ll bet that I mangle any person | |
| Strangle any serpent, wantin' to tangle with me | |
| When a brawl goes down, look around at the city tore it up | |
| But your ass still ready when I hit and see | |
| Mystic spirits all up in my FleshNBone deep within | |
| One flip of my tongue and you niggas are hung | |
| Too late | |
| Consume in sin | |
| Flesh | |
| Fall asleep, fall deep in a nightmare | |
| Wake up and see me standing there at the edge of your bed | |
| Thought it was Freddy, instead it be Flesh | |
| And he holdin' a machete steady drippin' bloody red | |
| But I warned ' em time from time again | |
| Time after time again, I' m a just sit back sip gin | |
| Think on how to nbsp? corner ' em all, consume ' em | |
| And sent them in a murder with a Mack10 | |
| Pack that gat, so them had it | |
| Ready, set, aim, and straight to pull the flame off the temple | |
| People standin' around | |
| They wonderin' where did he go to get away from the popo | |
| Can' t fuck with a nigga, man, so pull the trigger simple bang! | |
| Hear it, feel it , wicked spirits in the room dance to your doom | |
| When he had to come enter through the room pretty soon | |
| So hell get, assume position, lay down in the tomb gone | |
| I love the way they nbsp?, boy, had his soul snatched from the body | |
| Left the corpse here, struck with an exorcist, possessed him | |
| Had to put him out of misery, get the stiff and no shadow | |
| Nigga got to attack, so many spirits live inside, trip this | |
| All of my mystic spirits, I get ready, make a nigga wanna cry | |
| Mystic spirits all up in my FleshNBone deep within | |
| One flip of my tongue and you niggas are hung | |
| Too late | |
| Consume in sin | |
| Flesh | |
| In check, learn a lesson by the mastermind, stack | |
| Learn to pap pap or commandin' attackin' ' em again | |
| Feel it deep with in, seep, slowly, slide inside | |
| I' m might take over your mesmerized friend, and in your chinnychin | |
| Grim niggas steady sendin' back to back blows ' til them hoes fold up | |
| Bow down, try to get these now, nigga bound to be found | |
| Could not nbsp? sewed up, ready for use made you rich and sellin' out | |
| Take yourself, nigga told on this homie, dog | |
| And they all had a fall, hittin' stickin' 211turned187 | |
| When they hauled it off | |
| Never stop when I' m gettin' my swerve on | |
| Niggas take a fall, and then haven' t you heard? | |
| ' Cause she takin' shit over, hittin', rollin' dope, bring up nbsp? | |
| Kilo up on your block and serve it, out the strap nigga, hang | |
| Let my thug nuts swang, touch the pavement | |
| Jack them when the ground get too rough pick them up and eruption | |
| 20 gauge splitters slug attackin' them in the back if ya go to turn away | |
| Oh nigga, might kill all you fools who ain' t worthy | |
| Be the man in the city Cleveland | |
| Everyday people in St. Clair my niggas play dirty | |
| Mystic spirits all up in my FleshNBone deep within | |
| One flip of my tongue and you niggas are hung | |
| Too late | |
| Consume in sin |
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