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letra de blood of the gods - c. venus

b-tch i’m with the shits i could get you painted
you ain’t in the pic, you don’t fit, you taint it
i’m taking trips and be out of body
the secrets of crip is i’m not a body
with guns in the ghost, it’s a holy spirit
he ain’t at the top but he know he near it
rise of the flytrap is on the way
if it get postponed, it’s my own delay!
i don’t need to fool wit a label
you over there spewing a fable
talkin bout juggin bags, you full of gas
i’m doin what you wasn’t able!
pay some respect or you gonna owe me
jalind be gr52vin, lil gunner homie
i made a truce with the hoover deuces
these microwave rappers make new excuses
bout why they be lacking the bars
i don’t hold back, i’m attacking the bars
i got homies sellin crack in the bars
if we stop coming, then dem crackers’ll starve
so why are the feelings awkward and so unwelcome?
he gone flex on me but know we helped him
really b-tch i ain’t did shit to you
so run me mine, i got shit to do
who?! sheeeidd..
i brought that work in the drought
they call me the bringer of rain
i got the blood of the gods
on earth, i’m leaving a stain
these rookies ain’t peepin’ the game but i’m communion with deities
spaceship, it come from the pleiades
they giving my record a play at least!
the people on gaia reject it, locally i am respected
my folk wit me, i am connected, my eyes on the prize i selected
i might just pay you to drive it, living but making it private
this is the most that i’m talking
stalking me? i don’t vibe it
you should work on your on telepathy
i heard that my touch is electric
trappin but can’t let it get to me
just being here taught me the metric system
i be prepared to blitz em, jumped off the porch and carried the torch, i got the bread to mix em
the music? i’m getting it mastered
convert it to wav, it get intricate
i heard that cv dem forming a syndicate
symphony infantry, now that you mention it
i got the weight and i’m benching it
pretty penny, i be pinching it
infinite parallels, i dimension it
je m’appelle add the french in it
no attention needed b-tch! why?

i brought that work in the drought
they call me the bringer of rain
i got the blood of the gods
on earth, i’m leaving a stain
these rookies ain’t peepin’ the game but i’m communion with deities
spaceship, it come from the pleiades, they giving my record a play at least
the people on gaia reject it, locally i am respected
my folk wit me, i am connected, my eyes on the prize i selected
i might just pay you to drive it, living but making it private
this is the most that i’m talking
you stalking me? i don’t vibe it!

i hang with the children of gilgamesh
i’ma come back like i’m urameschi
walk in the trap and say you’re a blessing
gotta laboratory and it sure is messy
we be conducting experiments
fresher than peppermint, spearmint
you call it a term of endearment
i did not go where my peers went
b-tch i meditate in the woods
i put the tape in the hood
c. venus had give em the secrets
i’d say that they taking it good
don’t make no sense to sit up here and play around with it
nicky bands got them bags and they in it town wit it
i gotta tech like i’m bob knight
i won’t f-ck yo b-tches but rob might
me and him used to just ride bikes
now we affording to buy a bite
we eating dinner at pappadeaux, treating the clique to some seafood
i’ll feed yo -ss to the neigh60rhood
crippin, we callin it c-food

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- c venus

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