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letra de new weapons - respek ba

n0body’s safe now, there’s no escape from my mind
and you’ll go insane trying to find a way out
so fly, the whole sky’s my playground
i’ll build you up, just to watch you have a breakdown
see the whole planet turn red when i send
redrum and bedlam to unleash the bloodshed
charmed like a third time, if i want a second opinion
it means the first guy that gave me one’s dead
so welcome to the new sp-ce odyssey
here to fulfill all these doomsday propheciеs
i was gone for a minute, now i’m back
and already еverybody in the uk’s watching me
a man built with a violent design
leaving back-stabbers with a knife in their spine
f-ck a rise and decline, i reside in my prime
and i’m back to reclaim what’s rightfully mine

i swear i’m getting all my thoughts from the
medulla oblon-gutter, godfather gone wrong
drop bombs when i make a threat, i’ll break your
legs then the crutches they give you to walk on
(what?) i break it down and you make it up, i could
flinch at you over the phone and make you duck
i’m dating lady luck, you only hate my guts
’cause you get faint when you’re faced with blood
so watch your mouth like a lip reader
keep acting fly, get swatted like a twitch streamer
the grim reaper needs to dig deeper graves ’cause i
keep raising back out my coffin like the crypt keeper
i’ve got 99 problems with your chick, so i keep
that b-tch on a leash so i can mislead her, and you
don’t want to start sh-t, ’cause if “home is where the
heart is”, then you’ll be living in my fridge freezer

i’m a demon in the head of a possessed exorcist
with your address, ready to send specialists
and have you laying lower than your dead relatives
i stay out the loop so that i can put your neck in it
never celebrate november 5th, i’m seeking out
forbidden fruit, living proof h-ll exists
this is where the devil is, you don’t need to play
my tracks backwards to catch the satanic messages
my crime scenes need a flashlight
what the fisherman did last summer, i did last night
rappers chat but they can’t fight, so the second they
feel my first left they’ll get read their last rights
any minute is a time to k!ll, the prototype
i got a poltergeist to ghost-write my will
built to destroy, the new public enemy
bringing the noise to a silent hill
still sitting in the lab hot-boxing not
pop-locking, i’m a safe-cracker, lock popping
and i only choose to write songs ’cause i’m bored
of sitting in front of this time-bomb clock watching
you get slept on like school lessons, and f-ck
candles, i’m burning the wax that you’re pressing
i don’t lose, so now i’m resurfacing to show you
and open old wounds with new weapons

- respek ba

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