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letra de antichrist pt. ii - conejo

[introduction]
technology is based on answering one simple question, am i who i say i am
already fingerprints and ir scans verified p-ssanger ident-ties at airports
within 10 years that technology might be even more wide spread, and look for more complex facial recognition programs that scans a crowd of thousands looking for a single terrorist

[verse 1: conejo]

they call me big c-rock homie lets get this cake
25 chronic blunts, g rabb got bank
another war, i’m the master of war
there be h-ll to pay if the feds at my door
airbourne, i’m a suicide pilot
fight night, round 3 like them ’92 riots
hit a l1ck though, and i came up quick
ese 2-4-7 sell rocks, still six
dark priest here to dig your grave, ese leave a puddle of blood in the vatican’s name
human skulls that could raid my castle
25 tiny loco, that’s on death to blast you
and tax you, that’s how conejo come at you
ese rose mary’s baby, black m-ss and a statue
ghetto birds, it’s either h-rns or tail but they crash into a building at the side of my trail

[chorus]
the antichrist, he a demonical figure that deceive the population and secretly order us sinners
he’s within, ese the global elite, black robe just a win[?]
he is so vile and extreme
the antichrist, he got a devious plan to possess the protocols and have the world in his hands
it’s not a question, he might go chip on the land
ese airline terror headed straight for your -ss

[verse 2: conejo]

i own the night, they say i’m unholy
with an addictive rush i rip through boldly
she don’t know me but she wanted to blow me
take her to the mo’ is what the homies told me
smelled the pigs, enemy at the gates
ese tryina’ match the lyrics to a crime they can’t break
it’s too late though, c-loco escapes
the streets feel my pain and put some dope in my vein
i’m drugged up, and i won’t give up
ese turn myself in, no defence i’m f-cked
it’s a trap holmes, i’ma cast away
but that don’t f-cking mean that you won’t get sprayed
but to the wise, don’t let me come near your park, you scary motherf-ckers, gang murders or stalk
get at me twisted and it’s a waste of your life
ese blood baptism, this apocalypse now

[verse 3: conejo]

god save me, i think i’m satan’s baby
ese all up in my castle with a foxy lady
watch tower, the machinegun’s ready, homie big c-o-n do it deadly and heavy
harpy’s rider, purple haze the land with a message in his music and a master plan
i’m from the storm, yes i’m a voodoo child
from behind the scene i serve dope to the grail
f-ck a smile, you get a sinistered grin
motherf-cker hit a win when the crimes must in
you begin, 3 c0ke reals and hen, ese 2 p-dogs, 3 acid hits
sh-t is fixed out in pennsylvania, cause 25 a key is what they’ll f-cking pay us
should i rob them, you know that cross my mind but they related to some peeps that got my back in the streets

- conejo

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