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Yo, kneel down in prayer, nah, but I pretend to be |
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My ministry of L, class of hot Hennessey |
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Genius in the hood, we mastered coke chemistry |
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President love us, we get the dope from the Embassy |
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Sit on the stoop, inhale and choke is a tendency |
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Judge gave the sentence, no repentance, fuck the penalty |
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Sitting in cage, full of rage, fallen man |
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Think wit my ten year old mind, first sold a gram |
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Family starving, trying to do all I can |
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Waiting for the mystery millions to just fall in hand |
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Open my palms, barely getting fresh air |
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Scrabbling like my body allergic to getting fresh gear |
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Six from the brown bag burning up your chest hair |
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Cold and brisk, sign of somebody's death near |
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No light, last vision seen was the Tek flare |
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No night, morgues ain't filled wit young blessed tears |
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Music is good, vividly reflect the death fear |
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Tombs talk, graveyards makes you respect fear |
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Blood on the stairway of heaven, keeps the steps clear |
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Electrocuting put me in your next chair |
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Bang two cops, waiting for the next pair |
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If I die there'll be another me next year |
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(Chorus) Kamachi 2x |
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Ghetto Gabr-el, can you save my shell? |
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Closest I get to heaven is when I blaze an L |
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Ghetto Gabr-el, can you save my shell? |
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I don't wanna spend another holy day in jail |
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[Killah Priest] |
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I've been the author, terror, composer of death |
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My best seller, got a load off my chest |
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Through the cobwebs of my cellar |
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The Goodfella, picked from the hood to be a failure |
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Wit black shoes, black suits and black umbrellas |
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No God to help us, the devil provided his angels |
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And blood stained shoes from trampling the bodies like wine press |
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God likeness, white divine dress |
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But mental self drug from the blood of the righteous |
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I write this like stoned being caught by lightning |
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Clash of the Titans, I fight against her and the Vikings |
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Snake bitten by Great Britain |
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New Age System, Medusa is your ruler |
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She turns your city into cement jungles |
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I came from amongst you and your dumb schools |
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Waiting for you city to crumble |
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I pity the humble, love the aggression |
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Thug recession, blood on my weapon and I hug it wit affection |
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(Chorus) Kamachi 2x |
