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Post Traumatic WarLab Stress

アーティスト:Canibus  アルバム:Melatonin Magik 

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[Canibus] I'm the black mutant of rap music, half human half Vladimir Putin After plasma transfusion I became Rasputin The master of translucence who lives in a green house Creatin' green gas pollution, smokin' hash from hookahs Before Lucifer sent me back to the future to smash computers Assassinate classes of students, I spare those who show classic improvement Produce magik acoustics, supreme music using dreams so lucid I can visualize my future and chose it, I never abuse it I'm ruthless but Canibus is super illumine You know what? I read the blueprint Sometimes it seems like my eyes are wide shut like Stanley Kubrick Mic Club the Curriculum II, I changed the name 'cause I ain't in business no more with you-know-who He stole from Killah Priest too, his name rhymes with Clue I found out the same time as you, You know what happens when you come from dishonest roots You put roots on me, I put roots on you "We live in a free country" That phrase is so fuckin' funny, we know freedom is based off the money Resources to hide behind lawyers, it must be lovely When nobody can touch your lunch meat We brainwashed, we can't get these white collar stains off Poor Bernard Madoff belongs in the graveyard The stock market trade off doesn't pay off We get laid off, the country spirals into chaos I'm no genius, I know enough not to trust FEMA Their vaccines give ya eczema of the penis The Tuskegee Jesus verses a sneaky Tuskegee Demon What you gon' do when you see this?! The oldest religions, the coldest magicians Transmittin' live from Hell with heat stroke symptoms Symbicort is a success for those short of breath Got to wait for the next check 'cause I can't afford it yet DZK come slaughter the set, tell Warbux he got next Post Traumatic War Lab Stress [DZK] I always open wide like a great white, mouth full of steak knives Chewin' through the sewer's main line 'til it drain dry And when you're waist high in waste I make planned attacks on every last base camp in your wasteland I scheme for weeks and draft designs on how to craft my rhymes like a mastermind Whether young or past your prime I'll eat you alive Ain't no motherfucking reason to try, just die Hope you're ready to run I'll cut the tongue out of my son just to stay number one No one will ever sit on my throne except my clone replica Who will never be better than what they stole the genetics from Gangbang, the beats we slang language Which alleviates your teenage angst and break cages Now we're runnin' through the streets with our leash off Eatin' all your stray pets shittin' on your police cars Cuz' I'm a beast dog, you don't want no beef punk Hit you with a meat log bigger than a tree trunk I kick the shit that make you pee all in your jeans chump Clean up after my show better bring a steam pump I fuckin' breathe funk ain't no fuckin' Tic Tac existing That's big enough to clean up this act you're trippin' You cannot begin to comprehend, if you cross me The position you'll all be in This isn't battle rap, maggot, this is me with a battle axe Swingin through your Cadillac imagine that You fuckin' headless metal


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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