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letra de evil archangels / evil archangels ii / evil i - rubberoom

[lumba blackwood]
deal with the pain and pressure
alien drug tester, conquer the oppressor
chest up his daughter, fill ’em with n-gga scriptures
drown em in farrakhan, while daddy hailed hitler
infect your mental state like pig
god hunting for prey mate, bald heads go back wigs
blast my chest cavity, i won’t die
‘cos i’m heartless, my spirit haunts your third eye
gate lifted to my place in heaven
whoever’s sellin’ crack initiates his body swellin’
master the dark side to combat unrighteous
keep the pace until life ignite us
underground headquarters for tortures
for black we’ll still act like monkeys on porches
you can die if you f-ck with a true man’s fortress
living in the sun as it scorches

[meta-mo]
i am the ghetto past blast sh-lls swing like bells
the almighty buck reign supreme
you’re a gal and duck, aw sh-t you’re stuck
black bags in trucks – death, blood and guts
with a black cloak the reaper creeps 24/7 days a week
plasma pain screech
straight up tekkin’ and glockin’
9’in and 45’in, grab up the missile then shoot
taking loot and boots
now i need a heater, people i’m meaner
plus my pockets are getting greener from making cables
tryna whoop me in the drive-thru
peep real, if you c-ck the hammer, hammer gon’ through you?
not to mention the witches
babylon b-tches, lucifer’s snitches
wicked cops watch and raid the spot
k!ll the trick, dump her in the ditch
take cash and dope, held by government pigs
for redistibution, natal, m-e-t-a-to-the-mo who be on it?
evil sh-t, streets sweep for evil beats
bringing the wicked m-sses grief, meta-mo

[lumba blackwood]
anhililate the fake
blow up your f-ckin stargate with no ways to translate
or transmit, information stolen, equations
manipulated mind m-st-rbations
inspired to connect wires
startin countdowns on bombs, crippling empires
built up vietnam hostility makes up my body chemistry
intense misery, grenade verse strike the entire earth
when dispersed, antic-p-te rebirth
go back to the essence, rest a second
bomb with blessings, more equipped for life’s lessons
my phone might be tapped, went off on that kidnapped
oh that kid who fronted black
straight up, i be in touch when sh-t simmers
angel with the axe, make sure demons remember

[meta-mo]
bullet written, skull caps, coats, and jeans
before graves when the lead blaze, straight and dig the strays
shot them anyways, place to be restin
walking through h-ll, smelling death, on a brother’s breath
as he steps, closer, scoping my goods
“it’s do or die” he said
“break yer [bly??!]” was my reply
before he finished, lead was in him
truth dismissal, meta caspar, the kid, swift, brutal in trace [leds?]
no remorse or regret, buck em and f-ck em
coming for me and mines, satanic gas swine
searching for (me to/meta) make a lucifer
walk streets like an intellectual savage
cities filled with mayhem and militants
who are more to k!ll and careless, whether rockin’the cable
or stroll in the avenue
voodoo childs equipped with the evil that men do
it’s the boo when f-cking with rebel countries and hex
makes your simpleton levels of torture
angels on the east seekin the lord of the beast
street sweeps my eagle fleets
bringing the wicked m-sses grief

yo
buck buck buck buck to all the wicked
no threats
common sense

yeah yeah take em down

are you ready for illuminati?
i hope they ready for war
stomach the gore
settle the score
with rhyme galore

- rubberoom

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