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letra de anubis (sin) - rustage

[chorus]
(yeah, ay)
they ain’t gonna talk when the jackal walks in
(ha… yeah…)
it’s the underworld, man
you ain’t no king
(hahaha, yeah)
you don’t wanna play with me, you can’t win
weighed their heart and they drowned in sin
they ain’t gonna talk when the jackal walks in
it’s the underworld, man
you ain’t no king
you don’t wanna play with me, you can’t win
weighed their heart and they drowned in sin

[verse 1]
you ain’t gonna walk through a trial
you ain’t got no guts cause your organs in vials
lose ’em in the waves, cause they all in de-nile
got ’em all wrapped up and embalmed with a smile
i lay the tombs, i rearranged the idols
sacred views, they read ’em on recital
pay your dues, or bleed out on the tiles
i weighed the truth on what i say and do is final
i don’t care for martyrs or tyrants
ain’t even a mark on papyrus
money leave ’em green like a mask of osiris
they ain’t got the heart to be violent
thinking that they hard but can’t last in the silence
looking to the stars when there’s dark on horizons
guess i gotta start my assignment
tarnishing my name, but they ask for my guidance
quite simplistic, i’m a different god
write ’em with the hieroglyphics on
high precision, mine to finish off
they got eyes to witness, i’m a vicious dog
like i’m ramses, in the valleys of the lost
as the bandages in sand begins to rot
they be clambering for amulets and bronze
but when man is dead, then anubis is boss
[chorus]
they ain’t gonna talk when the jackal walks in
it’s the underworld, man
you ain’t no king
you don’t wanna play with me, you can’t win
weighed their heart and they drowned in sin

[verse 2]
deep in the tombs, they be lying dormant
i got a pyramid scheme for your life insurance
watch them speak every verse, but can’t write a chorus
so they offer up to me, like the eye of horus
man acting full of himself, ’til he’s halved into thirds and confined to quarters
i got nice decorum, but they cry on forums
you know death’s a machine, so don’t mind the foreman
cursing every robber like i’m tutankhamen
leave ’em buried in sarcophagus, ain’t do what ra do
i be shifting human bodies, put ’em through like fast food
think they matter, but they never got to choose a cartouche
i’m the dude in classrooms looking rude in cartoons
big canine in no mood to argue
came in equipped with the boom and ankh, too
i’m the judge in the trial, and it’s due to start soon

- rustage

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