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letra de living rights - na,saa

[james rott]
us zombies dead wrong, we long for some living rights
left 4 dead on the lawn, this fawn’s gotta knife
it’s breaking dawn, i’m looking for shawn before the night ends
this f-cking braun’s got brains so bite in
bushes get flattened when i’m up to bat
found major thomas on the side of the planet that’s black
“getting there’s impossible” was said way back
in the days when mike and matt sacked tapped
those who lacked the maps to traumatize history
the moral of the story is, sleeping on reciprocal sororities
ends in the goriest, first degree slaughterfest
we more or less, leave pests with third degrees on their chests
your best bet’s to accept rott’s the best yet
the mind s-x and oral f-cks will turn to plural girl cuts
if thirsty arab sl-ts keep on claiming their the dirtiest
you’ll need a stake to murder us

[hook]
we long for some living rights
they got it dead wrong, they ain’t livin’ right
the viscous six brought the cipher life
they got it dead wrong, they ain’t livin’ right

[olde e]
emerge from the depths of h-ll, fresh as h-ll
sent to the surface with some souls to sell
by satan himself, as a matter of fact
so can you really blame me when i batter a track
see a platter, attack, cause we fatter than fat
like biggie laying down flat with big black on his back
so lemme gather a sack, here take the last one
roll up, scroll up, for those that p-ssed on
now i’m so g-ssed up they sell my rhymes in ration
i’ll dismantle your militia, each and every faction
defeat will never happen, as long as i be rapping
making these transactions in the streets or the labyrinth
some crews are staying stagnant, and i ain’t havin’ it
like st–ze say, hit replay and let’s get active
spark the reefer, indigoism or indonesia
or just plan endo, but ain’t no underachiever

[hook]

[tin nimbus]
they got it dead wrong by when the end of the song takes ya
out of your bubble back to your minimum wage labor
i got a saber that sits on my hip like a pager
and when i smell trouble i reach to my belt buckle and break ya
scratch that, i slay the entire dark side from vader
i’ll replace your crib with a crater, a large size it’ll shake ya
like electrons, pardon if we steal your positive charge
robbing your modest of thoughts and replace them with gucci and cars
reefer smoking seniors with amnesia cannot forget this
kick it like fifa breathin’ out smoke of ether and asbestos
speak it into a feed- speakers , make yo jaw drop like tet-n-s
get nike to check us we’re checkless but got stacks like tetris
it may rain on your birthday but that rain may have ended a drought
in a town with cotton mouths that gag when they shout
so i replenish the fallow fields with irrigation of shallow toxin
aqueducts like the veins to the heart of this monster

[hook]

- nasaa

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