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letra de south of heaven - dead mc society

(verse 1: jo higgz)

it’s back to the g code
peep game
back on my feet mode
we slang
kick back and a reload
big bang
basket a free throw
quit playing

p-ss me the vino
tell the fools we know
i am point blank face
in the game like neo

i am 4 5 6 when i
flow like cee-lo
tuck that sh-t when
i stroll like deebo

mask and a silk rope
get back
pounds ina zip vac
get bags
bags from the arabs
get more
pops for the zip locks
stay low

and they wonder why i sell pot
uh huh!? how can i accept that
uh ugh !

the systems biased
that you can’t deny us
we don’t starve cause
the feds supply it

start a riot
212 on my orange cones
every corner
got a broken soul

broken homes
countless homeless
that can’t get in
rich get richer where does it end

vegetables cost like
arms and legs
new york cops love
stop and frisk

you know what time it is
simon says you gotta
p-ss the quiz
and it’s all f-cked up

two friends in the leg shot
one in the bed
with a leg propped up

one in the thigh
with his right leg cuffed
didn’t say a word
when the cops came up

didn’t say a thing
like a god d-mn bluff
like trying to get a buck
now who’s paying ?
i am just trying to get
above ground hussein!?

(verse 2: y.i.)

was a young lil’ pac in the in the back of the cl-ss
who would get a lil’ top in the back of the cl-ss
retire at 3 o’clock to the place i rest skip cl-ss, come back and ace the test hydro at home mama tol’ me it was the food
tell no one so we stay unbustable
cops untrustable livin to f-ck witchu
complex sh-t, prison industrial
..lemme show you just how we live
fed-ex packages straight to da crib
use’ to make a lil’ n-gga sign that sh-t cause if mama get time for the grind that’s it!

brother told me i gotta seize the day jack
visualize they stacks, make it your stacks
til’ the government took his time for they time
and time is the currency u never get back

once upon a time reagan told me that
he could give a d-mn bout the po’ ‘n’ the blacks
put helicopters over my neighborhood so he can raise h-ll and lower the crack
isn’t that interestin’
erythroxylon all in our chest ‘n’
don’t n0body know right where it came from but cops in ya hood every day they arresting

(verse 3: gold1n)

it’s young gold1n and i’m sprung like a mouse trap
gwen stefani, ain’t no doubts that
i’m en route like google maps
google that, dead emcees is the pack
got
two wolves at my back, kid jo higgz and the black jack white, ackrite
for you get left at the stairway to heaven
i was ina porsche redrum 911
they say i’m a reverend in the church of satan
f-ck the pigs, as-salam alayk-m
fry the bacon, scramble eggs
bout ta flip tha m-th-f-ckin’ government on its head
luminati got my mind, soul, embodied
till its my way till they f-ckin’ slaughter me
f-ck ya daughter proper, rest in power big poppa
go to war with the stars, first i gotta k!ll jabba
they say jar-jar imitated jamaicans
your brain is my canvas so i keep on paintin’
my jewels are latent, they bloom like flowers
and my b-lls so big, i can’t f-ck with cowards
pull my card, you gonna get the deck
i f-ck the virgin mary till i resurrect
cuz death is my destiny, and till the last breathe in me
you could suck my d-ck, how unsettling
when did i stop givin’ a sh-t
was it back in 8th grade first time i hit a spliff?
or maybe freshman year, when a chicano, pounded my head into tears, no fear, huh?
i feel on my face and awoke with a scar
my brother manface threw me safe in a car
mom’s minivan it was grey metallic, used to steal that sh-t, and bump the khalid
“i’m so hood,” we were chanting
my next door neighbor’s called marilyn manson
i go in her bas-m-nt throw on a record
she’d strip down naked then i’d dissect her
her name was rebecca and she had tourette’s
was she creaming cause of s-x or just upset
but that is neither here, there, or now
if you wanna get cream gotta milk the cow
i study the tao and the art of war
and prepare my team for a world tour
i said i study the tao and the art of war
and prepare my team for a world tour

(jo higgz)
i dare anybody to say some sh-t about this motherf-cking dead mc society
making f-cking non for profit
n-ggas gotta be mad at us motherf-ckers
at hashtag weariszulu
motherf-cking zulu satan
hashtag everything n-gga
dead mc society instagram and motherf-cking tumblr

(chant)

dead emcees (x2)
get ’em please
dead emcees (x2)
get ’em please
dead emcees (x2)
get ’em please
dead emcees (x2)
get ’em please

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