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letra de 45,000 volts - destro fnp & tony grammz

[verse 1: tony grammz]
you would’a thought i was whippin’ and pushin’ this–
the way i be k!lling these beats man, i swear this is–
blood on my hands from the several mistakes i done made in the past
but we’re here to rewrite the history, we are the mystery men with the magic
the say i’m the k!ller man, i don’t really care what they feeling man
i got the stars taking seats like i’m letterman, i’m here to fix their repairs man
’cause their power is broken, i do not take what is spoken
i got the living word living in me so you know i run with the chosen
my father is god like i’m loki, they know they’ll never control me
’cause how can you put off a light that is right at the top of a hill dripping holy?
man the presence is so deep, apple, eve and eden for the lord’s sheep
we’re steady pushin’ the envelope like we got up to work for the post seesh
call me kamikaze with the automatic weapon, automatic revving
riding through the street, you better call a reverend
they lose the feel like they under anesthetic
i got the pulse and you know you wanna check it, yeah
you know my blood is sacred
separated for the father’s sacrifice, i made it
there ain’t nothin’ on me that ain’t made for greatness

[hook: pneuma]
they don’t love the truth, they just posing for the cameras
they don’t give the bread of life, they don’t know the heavenly manner
nailed him to the cross now the word’s our holy hammer
but they distort the faith and put their lies in their grammar

the saints will never give up
god never let us down we never let up
the word is our food we never fed up
put us in the ground, we will get get up
don’t you know this story is a set up
believers will taste the from the river
the spirit came down just to fill us
now we see christ in the mirror, yeah

[verse 2: destro fnp]
when the mind ain’t free you can–
it’s a concrete jungle out–
prostitution is begging for a constitution
celebrities being taped, we hoping all this is fake b-tt
it’s real outchea
we about that life just swing in here, see i hail from an area seldom stormed
gunshots in the night time dare be warned
theft at your doorstep they don’t care
with dusty rhodes they would hit you with a chair
wrestle your future with your baby mama
and you find out she ’bout all of the drama
she like, “pay for the food she scream and shout”
her son need an education to get out
of the hood calamity follows you
down to the grave just to leave you so hollow through
all of the pain that would be caused by only you
church choir singing across from the tavern who
ready to switch from the other side
when you sipping on a sunday to hide
in the apparel a pastor approves
the women in church think you’re making big moves
end of the month we gon’ hear ’bout a rape
witness was beaten to a veggie state
they saying don’t let a bar drinker in place
that is holy remember you’re just saving face
feeling ashamed and disgraced when you find it’s the pastor you trust in the most who done raped

[hook: pneuma]

[verse 3: danny tsg humayne]

[outro: ngozi family]

- destro fnp tony grammz

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