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letra de god on crack (s&m:dmt) - cambatta

[intro: cambatta]
i’m just a f-ckin’ fiend in a long–ss dream
so f-ck you, and everything in between

[verse 1: cambatta]
i’m sleeping in the bed that they conceived me in
checking in the hotel they shot king up in
the podium they shot x where i preach to them
the opium that got basquiat’s, what i’m chiefing with
i’m f-cking in that manger they birthed jesus in
climax, leave it in, never shall we meet again
i’m drinking out that cup that christ bleeding in
cooking crack in the pot that the rich man’s peeing in
i’m c-mming in the womb that you came up out
i came up in before you even came about
my sperm saw the egg and had to change its route
crack baby; i’m just lucky that i made it out
i take the crack up out the water and strain it out
crack schemes make the rap fiends rave and shout
i’m swimming in an ocean full of slave bones
i’m a hostage of the giver of the bank loans
every time i leave my porch, i should’ve stayed home
i get that liquor in my system and brake, bones

[chorus: cambatta]
i promise you don’t want it with the ‘batta man
i promise you don’t want it with the ‘batta man
i never felt the embrace of my father’s hand
that’s why that thang thang is braced up in ‘batta’s hand
all my life i get so high that i don’t wanna land
what would you do if your god told you that his god is cam’?

[verse 2: cambatta]
i’m running from what everybody’s running to
i’m the hunter of the hunters that are hunting you
that’s me growling when you’re stomach’s in a hungry mood
mix tapeworm intercepting everybody’s food
half-human, half-mutant, math student
multiply and add to it, cash boomin’
solar power, gas fuelin’, in my jag’ zoomin’
hash fumin’, dab using, listening to jazz music
crack baby, crack music; that’s a bad fusion
type of sh-t that made my dad lose it; past ruined
black-jewish, half-buddhist, mad foolish
cut me open, see the swag oozing
i’m sick of living po’
i’m from the pj’s, car less and mo’ i’m getting choked up
but i’m a warrior, on the trail of life moving forwarder
earth keeps spinning like my aura does
i slaughter rappers, i smoke, like f-ck if my organs matter
even healthy bodies turn to corpses after
i’m my final frontier
fiend breath, god front air ’til i’m done here (‘batta)

- cambatta

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