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letra de niggamortis (week 6) - dzthaboss

[hook]
got me breathing with dragons
i’ll crack the egg in your basket, you b-st-rd
i’m marilyn manson with madness, now just imagine the magic
i light to ashes, don’t ask for your favorite rapper

(he dead) yessir (amen) chuuch
(he dead) i k!lled him (amen) b-tch

[verse 1]
got me so mad its primal
my only focus survival
my sin bleeds through this pen you better go grab ya bible
i tower you like the eiffel
while ya girl give me a french kiss
i’m the full starting five put the rest up on the bench list
got my pen and my mic hand smack the face of a dike hand
flew to success off the project runway what a flight plan
trying to make something of my f-cking life in this lifespan
so sit yo -ss down around the pedestal where i stand
preach these people saying keep preaching
i give em what i can but these n-ggas keep reaching
i heard the echoes of silence would keep enemies from speaking
but the state of my mind could not keep me from tweaking

(he dead) yessir (amen) chuuch
(he dead) i k!lled him (amen) b-tch

[verse 2]
this here is n-ggamortis
these ignorant n-ggas in porches
can kiss the sole of my forces
as i stomp em out
these hits i pump em out
think twice before you speak once
’cause last career to challenge me so early
never saw lunch
that’s the kiss of death to these records never soft touch
d-mn it dz is sick as h-ll sickle cell jingle bells
gift to the world just in case you n-ggas couldn’t tell
like urkel in a sped cl-ss treat it like i couldn’t fail
if there’s compet-tion in the room well i couldn’t tell
your group ain’t men without me guess they couldn’t spell
failed to realize i’m the sh-t. guess these n-ggas couldn’t smell

(he dead) yessir (amen) chuuch
(he dead) i k!lled him (amen) b-tch

you gon need rap g*nius for this one…

[verse 3]
going for m-ssive figures
hitting these beats with rigor
i figure i must k!ll the white man’s perception of a n-gga
nightmare on compton waking up with they pillow wet
to me moving on to the block like a silhouette
that’s f-cked up but their perception
that all of us love deception
so i’ll use these hops to get ball rolling interception
let this invade ya mind i’m talking like inception
leonardo decapahoe if she think she getting ahead of me
hitting the swisher steadily
am i k!lling n-ggas? then let it be
’cause in the game of life there’s no referee…

- dzthaboss

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