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letra de revelations 15:2 fuhks - c-rayz walz

[intro: [?] and moses (maddcold)]
[?]
it’s like family, you know?
[moses (maddcold)]
word. every time i turn on the television, i see nothing but bullsh-t. rappers are talking about rims and timbs and how many women they got and everything and they’ve really disturbed the calligraphy of what hip hop really is. no longer, i don’t see anyone really forcing their true… their true feelings on television anymore. i just see people flossing ice and everything. if they’re wearing ice around they neck, they can be feeding little children. and really and truly, i don’t want to see anymore bullsh-t. so i believe that it’s time for a hip hop revolution

[verse 1: moses (maddcold)]
i refuse the scriptures of pimping as there iller issues. as i get drunk off my [heckle?] elixir
personality involves a sky tower. knock it off at the sky—thinking is a higher power
work to think logically, feeling the thought of [laurie?] or methodically
cops are trained to annihilate the spick monopolies. destroy all the mockeries, establish your own policy
search for all [?], go back to virtuality ‘cause i don’t want to become another atrocity
absorb the animosity, then i convert them into prophecy. just read the philosophies of socrates
[?] mcs, you must promise me though you strive to be lyrical
i rip my soul out, shape it into a mic to make miracles. turn those who claim to be evil into those who are spiritual
my mind is leaking negativity ‘cause the situation is critical
on top of that, i can’t spit over the mic ‘cause my soul visual. why do people hate everything that’s original?
why does everyone hate me? ‘cause i’m an individual
poetry is a mental battle, so i [dis-a-mant?] your physical. i’m gonna symbolically murder all you criminals
that try turn hip hop into thug love and rapping bullsh-t. the real mcs can feel the pitiful
so f-ck all the political standard ‘cause i done got graffiti [?] and my artistic vandals
so with biggie’s spirit, here’s my [?]. send his spirit down to knight me
i swear that i won’t take this responsibility lightly
the notorious one smiles at me and i get down on one knee and say, “thank you [?]
hip hop is dying and very soon it’s gonna become another musical tragedy. it’s sad to see”
these phony artists struggling so to live lavishly. it makes my mind scream in agony, but i’m glad to be
a prophet tryna stop it. i spit these rhythmic rockets to confuse kids who were tryna pull the plug out of the socket
ain’t scared of all those rappers who plotting this to knock you to monotonous
so tell me who the f-ck is the revelation
two steps is life’s early stipulation, so i give you this poetic ej-cul-tion—my mental sperm, impregnating
over here, a sinking thirst for new, big product. i knew big l. i’m sorry my people [?] lives are gonna burn in h-ll
hold on. maybe i can [mask?] the day slowly. power to a broken native who goes by the name maddcold
and now the streets can be related. it’s time to release my thought, spitting rage
that’s been caged in a cage that’s being held hostage by a 12-gauge
and when it’s war, i’mma have to be the cause of the next ice age
so i put a verbal patch on the ozone layer so we don’t warn ‘em
i take the verbal commonwealth and lyrically bust on ‘em
i caught the dead sea that contain blood of a dead native [?]
thoroughly, it’s diego as you like him. i see as you silly [?]
the time can’t be now. it’s too early for the [?]
but the sun is losing energy and our sun and the planets supposed to align
the sh-lls are coming at us, so i spit icicles like it’s the man of tigers
a fourth messiah is on his way but, first, will have to get by us

[outro: [?] and moses (maddcold)]
[?]
aight. cool, i think we’re good, man
[moses (maddcold)]
[?]
[?]
it’s like family, you know?
[moses (maddcold)]
word

- c rayz walz

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