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letra de army of me - e l u c i d

[intro]
my name is ani’kula’po
i have death, in my pouch. i can’t die
they can’t k!ll me

[verse 1]
climb a [?] of success (yes!)
the medicine man found him in the sun garden
turn the clock with no hands (almighty!)
and by the blood of the land
there’s no force on blue and green earth or
sky coming forth to divide (coming forth to divide)
galaxy in a thought, smalls cold shelf flow
treat you when you want by a court
new york city cool!
old english
playing charlie mingus
watch the raindrop
p-ssy on my tongue
money on my mind
the [?] not enough for a brother from another planet, manic
struggle crush, trying to break the static
assassination
dilapidated brownstone
slept above the fiends
had the veins dirty
brown boy, hope my name is [?] and anthrax
hunnid hand slap from the sin
sacrifice the makings of the man
black clad like a villain with the purest intent
photogenic
surveillance cameras scope on my d-ck
[bridge]
and if you complain once more
you’ll meet an army of me
and if you complain once more
you’ll meet an army of me

you’re on your own now
we won’t save you
your rescue squad
is too exhausted

[verse 2]
thirteen floor, forty eight long suspended
my feet never brush the floor
pull up the imagery
faded my behaviour escalated to belligerent
the next morning woke up bl–dy
couldn’t remember sh-t
sh-t, a n-gga rich
put your pennies to the infinite
men and many sins, a god like resemblance
paparazzi hot-powered lens ready for closeup
the ghost in the sh-ll
my face was fading out of focus
the scary hour, ghost rider
got the [?] asylum and they go so
rose in the bullets
key up provoke the desires (desire)
well he’s a f-cking liar (liar!)
the bro’s clothes got the code
twisting rope in these n-gga’s minds like bill pickett
non-picking
pulp fictional tarantino
flip tap water and [?], miraculous
stoned immaculate
on a road, got a [?] wagon
might i add that i’m feeling spectacular
despite the [?], my face cl!ck
deep sp-ce erase you b-tch
watch you shapeshift
from jackson pollock effect the goddess of [?]
there’s violence with a smile inside of knowledge itself
no groupies are [?]
no black soul strong
black [?]
we back for revenge joe!
grind on the tempo (you know!)
like redneck finger popping
let our bodies rock so close that we can’t yo
[outro]
and if you complain once more
you’ll meet an army of me
and if you complain once more
you’ll meet an army of me

you’re on your own now
we won’t save you
your rescue squad
is too exhausted

- e l u c i d

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