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Язык песни: Английский
Honorable Mention |
| «For those don’t wanna pay me, but want a verse from me |
| It ain’t getting no cheaper for you baby» |
| «Sleeping around on me was your choice» |
| «Guess I really made it out, huh?» |
| Get it right from jump |
| Been swimming in my sins for months |
| So if I drown, I hope you clowns eat my corpse for lunch |
| While you were raising your banner, Thr3e was worthy of your slander |
| Since the removal of your favorite lamb, the lambda lambda |
| «Yup, Theory Hazit, we can’t stand ya |
| We wouldn’t know who you are if it wasn’t for ********** |
| Preachers cost too much plus he ignores us too |
| So we give up and just settle for you» |
| «How much you charge for a verse? How much for a beat? |
| Man, maybe next time, man my pockets too weak |
| But my project is free, won’t you drop it for free? |
| Plus you’ll get exposed to the fans that cop it from me» |
| The same ones called me heathen, but then deny it of course |
| I been a thief and labeled a coward because I filed for divorce |
| Satan snitchin' on me Judgment Day |
| Hell, he dead wrong, I’m far worse than what the devil say |
| Ha, they say they like the way I spit |
| Ha, they say I’m one of the livest |
| Ha, they want me on they side project |
| Ha, but Theory Hazit ain’t your side chick |
| Ha, I said I woke up this morning |
| Ha, with some things on my mind |
| Ha, feeling unappreciated |
| Ha, so I wrote a little rhyme |
| The reverend doctor got an AK Wetworkin' |
| You roaches get the Raid spray, my weak rhyme’ll body your best verses |
| On game day, I touch the crowns on self-entitled kings |
| You meet the heat like Lebron when I melt your idols writing things |
| This is Malcolm and Martin million and marching Sparta |
| Mixed with a legion of angels surrounding sons and daughters |
| Simon Peter with a desert eagle, waving it at Caesar |
| So if I was you, I probably wouldn’t mention me either |
| Allahu Akbar, running these rappers just like a track star |
| The flow is like smack in your veins, call it the black tar |
| Papa since tell me that’s evidence of a black God |
| The bar’s always help me to package it in a cracked jar |
| Marcus Garvey, Black Star, grind is relentless |
| Put my head on a prayer rug and pray for forgiveness |
| There’s a sinner in my blood so I beg for repentance |
| With the breath of an angel that is ethically sinless |
| So Christ-like, so devils never cross me in my eyesight |
| The scrolls stay colder than eskimos eating Klondikes |
| Illuminate the sun with my tongue and watch it shine bright |
| Bring life after death to the ready-to-*****-die type |
| Yeah, the aura of my zone crush you |
| Cut your fingers off and slap you with your own knuckles |
| Dag Sav, I’m like the craziest beast |
| Use my pen as a bullet when I aim and release |