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Remember when I spoke the factual |
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Quotin data from known safactual |
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Natural occurinses, servin the chosen one |
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Sa'Battlecuel |
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Know it's dramatical |
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Vision my lyrics as a killer |
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Consider the penalties given for breeders of a sinner |
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You fakin my article |
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To be some sort of a logical |
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Part of the arsenal |
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Persistant lizing my nasogical |
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Never question the presense of a soul like depression |
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Whose total act is repression to disregard you in seconds |
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Obsession of rap, since I was locked down |
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Murdered my lab, the smiles of a child was found and sealed in photographs |
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I outta blow his ass, for the reasons for my hatred |
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In sacred places revolve around the paces of my nature |
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On paper, that's were you'll find bolation |
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Place me on the side, I'm waitin |
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For fakeness to try and over rhyme my soul confine me |
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It's only likely I'm certain to appear amongst the worst |
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Of situations relatin to the death among you servants |
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And curtains over shadow you |
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And they brace you in the darkness |
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My vocal sharp as a dagger and the waist is where your heart is |
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We started this from the bottom |
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And we welcome any problem |
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It's all from under the circumstance and scope 'em when we got 'em |
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[Chorus x2: Sa'Battlecuel (Sad Voice)] |
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Strange if it ain't the petrified ones that act as if they killas |
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(Dhark Citi raw and custom to pistol whippin they tricks) |
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Strange if it ain't the petrified ones that act as if they mirrors |
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(Dhark Citi born and custom to crime and violence, we murderers) |
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[Sad Voice] |
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We live amongst rooks and servants |
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My destiny's under the serpants, ofcourse my mergance |
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Heavy merchants, do I deserve this? |
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Quote with herb, and lustin for sex and holy virgins |
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So pricin the nice and spirits eagin for my service |
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Sad Voice, I'm suicide |
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Finally is my time |
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Can't be an angel showed compassion towards me and cried |
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See the god is peacefull, relaxation from the deceitful |
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And treated me unequal cuz I came from Puerto Rico |
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Double headed eagle, seezin a head of a her ave and lawton |
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When I die, bury me deep, and the dirt is sand raw |
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And my critics, remember the name |
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We don't exist on, straight to seven angels |
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The first son of the Christians |
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First born prophet, now I'm on sonic |
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Respect my gothic |
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Non believers I'm a baptised, but this holy water will rise it |
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Fake thugs, I got it |
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Talkin bout guns and chronic |
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Except death, relieve your stress, the Christ hymin |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Sa'Battlecuel] |
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Homicidal rage, cattlepult you by high exort |
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Or resort on your force of imagery |
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Sacreligion and sinistry |
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Physically bought it by God, it's the hardest part, they pray upon us |
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The scorchen of Satan, facin Devils towards awaitin |
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Contaplate the grateous rebellious skies play overhead |
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From the enourmous shed, vocalize penny still we wanted dead |
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On our bald heads, with numerical beats components |
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See we speak of omens, seak upon us, make them nail and see it for us |
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[Sad Voice] |
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My lifes a genesis, my minds the exodus of rap |
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My heads the force to get ya clap |
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My voice is the entrance thru the portal of fact |
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With reality taps you on your shoulder |
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Your fest paralizin encoded |
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Your soul is before the third of Jehovah |
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Shut the mouth of critics |
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To my Puerto Ricans, blacks and Dominics |
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Thoughts devorse restriction |
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Susan died before they got the livid |
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Dhark Citi's the fortuess |
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Havin trauma immortal forces |
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Bring the all we gather, thru the fog on horses with wooded crotches |
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[Chorus x2] |
