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letra de empty place - balt getty & chino xl

[intro]
yo, romes, turn me up, don’t k!ll me though
i’m not deaf and sh-t
yo balt, what up n-gga?
you should drop some, exactly
this is like some, like some throwback sh-t
and we like in 90, we like in ’91, ’94
some sh-t like that, you know what i’m saying?
[?] was about to pop, art of origin
[?] you know what i mean
boom-bap is life!

[verse 1]
i put the every in everything
and the only thing that i care about is the fact that i don’t care about anything
keep my heart empty, a promise that i made to a dying man
i use the sharpened handle of a hot frying pan to remove your wife’s diaphragm
i make you die on the gram
my iq is a high exam, my defeat, that’s a lie and a scam
drunk off jack daniel’s, wearing flanels like hillbillies
bar fight i was outnumbered but you can’t k!ll achilles
coins for the devil’s boltman
i be the illest you witness from the time that god opened your eyes until chino closes them
control syllables like an inbred carny does a ferris wheel
what you hear is real, i f-ck b-tches better when the hair is real
stomp you with the heel of my timberland shoes
until your face is broken like plastic seals on a package of pills you shouldn’t use
you ain’t that dude if the sight of blood’ll have you fainting
as an artist we suffer so much, that’s why it’s called a pain-ting
[chorus: scratched vocals by chino xl and vinnie paz]
this a empty place, pal, trust me, don’t go there
get the f-ck outta here
this a empty place, pal, trust me, don’t go there
get the f-f-f-ck o-outta here
this a empty place, pal, trust me, don’t go there
it’s not for everybody so you shouldn’t poke your nose there
yeah
this a empty place, pal, trust me, don’t go there
toma
it’s not for everybody so you shouldn’t poke your nose there

[verse 2]
leaving you a steaming pile of bile and organs
war is h-ll, but peace is f-cking boring
unless i’m snoring, as a human being i’m downright awful
having a psychotic breakdown, still thinking everything is normal
i deliver blood-soaking lines with angry lungs
like i smoked crack and did cardio at the same time
don’t answer the door if i knock-knock, sharon tate
my talent ill-strates how your life story is a real fake
i’m more than ill, i drive a snowmobile over your face
offending me’s like becoming vegetarian, a lot of (mistakes / missed steaks)
i eviscerate, keeping my life in a disarray
the dark art that i twist to make, trust me, you don’t want to partic-p-te
my participles’ll only sophisticate
hard particles and bizarre bars that start to initially shape into a crystal fade
get riddled with missile ricochets and spun with spinning spindles
that are akin to a dimple that’s inside a calm hindu’s gaze
you can’t gage through a window cage, my mental cave
inside of your chest i place the blade, right where a hiccup stays
i spit strange, with a misfit’s rage
beat you until the scars all over your brains keloid and remain like little greys
the state’s schizophrenic code is on my id
while verses that i’ve written are being studied at mit
[chorus: scratched vocals by chino xl and vinnie paz]
this a empty place, pal, trust me, don’t go there
ge-get the f-ck outta here
this a empty place, pal, trust me, don’t go there
ge-get the f-ck outta here
this a empty place, pal, trust me, don’t go there
it’s not for everybody so you shouldn’t poke your nose there
yeah
this a empty place, pal, trust me, don’t go there
toma
it’s not for everybody so you shouldn’t poke your nose there

[verse 3]
my verses are adventures that have passion, murder and mayhem
like sick novels of hatred to any fate that opens them
i’m potent and act civil till my mood shifts
then what i spit is filthier than the bed comforters you find at motel 6
i’m sharper, clever and strong, whatever i’m on i’m a beast
if you’re the devil of the song, then i’ve reached heaven levels beyond
native seminal khan, animal tongue
you’re admitted pitiful minimal brawn, barbosa the barbarian, cimmerian like conan
refer to me as crom
the discipline is steel that’s missing from the field that i stand out in like a farmer on every song
i’m a dinosaur, leaving your baby’s mama v-g-n- sore
what is my romantic life like? have you saw saw?
piranha carnivore, condor slapping the bronze contour off of the jaw of your wh0re
spilling makeup all over my marble floor
don’t give a f-ck when i’m upset
i dance with the mummy of your mommy still half alive at the parade for the day of the dead

- balt getty chino xl

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