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letra de xiii - t_zed.13

xiii lyrics
t_zed, call me god number one-three
branded brown royalty, clawed –
out the belly of the beast
i exhale flows in my motherf-cking sleep
i do it all day, cuz i got no beef
sow seeds, this need
death scythe for the reap
when i’m not burning green
all i do is eat
all these fresh f-cking beats
thump my chest with the creed
jihad, crash planes, burn down, slowly
sharia, amerikkka, manifest destiny
yo, yo, n0body besting me (nah, nah)

ninth dimensional thought
post all over the block
hashtag #eattherich
bust a cap on a cop
i walk away
(blue blood)
call me a fob
i lead the way
(for the folks)
call me a god
and wе made a big mob
with fire on the rods
(light ‘еm up, light ’em up)
homemade molotovs
black & brown kalashnikovs
revolution start now
tear down that crown
the people never bow (float)
no bodies to the ground
(eyy, eyy, eyy, yuh-yuh)
t_zed, call me god number one-three
branded brown royalty, clawed –
out the belly of the beast
i exhale flows in my motherf-cking sleep
i do it all day, cuz i got no beef
sow seeds, this need
death scythe for the reap
when i’m not burning green
all i do is eat
all these fresh f-cking beats
thump my chest with the creed
jihad, crash planes, burn down, slowly
sharia, amerikkka, manifest destiny

(yo) n0body besting me
murder aristocracy
n0body get the irony
unless they smoking tree (yuh)
let your mind go free
outer planets tryna ban it
threat level: holy
recognize one-three
(thirteen, thirteen)
right back in the cut
zed out of the rut
ready to spill hot t
on the blasphemous f-cks
prep the rich with guillotines
get ready for work
watch ’em burn at the stake
bodies twist and twerk
no fake, just take
(cashflow, cashflow)
re-patriate
(not a trickle, but a blow)
tax dollars, back, to the lower classes
all our assasins, shoot out from gasses
t_zed, won’t bow for the masters
eat the rich, robin hood the caches
redistribute through the masses
wealth for all, so suck it, fascists!
t_zed, call me god number one-three
branded brown royalty, clawed –
out the belly of the beast
i exhale flows in my motherf-cking sleep
i do it all day, cuz i got no beef
sow seeds, this need
death scythe for the reap
when i’m not burning green
all i do is eat
all these fresh f-cking beats
thump my chest with the creed
jihad, crash planes, burn down, slowly
sharia, amerikkka, manifest destiny

- t_zed 13

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