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letra de opera - the shrine

[intro]
hm, yeah, huh
yeah, huh, hm
yeah, yeah, huh
yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
no

[verse 1: the .shrine, pnda, the .shrine & pnda]
see i’m a knockout because i went to ko (ko)
long scope, call me galileo (galileo)
knock off the horseplay, i ain’t really stable (yeah)
that ain’t even my forte, but you’re just speaking fables (h-ll naw)
yeah, cause i woke up from my slumber, [?] (yeah)
what i can do, your b-tches ran through
it’s a sport hoe (yeah), i blam you
then you transm-te, to a corpse though (yes sir)
only talk in numbers, man it’s like i speak in morse code (yeah sir)
try to paint a picture when they brush me, to the side
i’ma get up in the guts (yeah sir), demons or flies
eat the corpse all for lunch (uh-huh)
you can see it in my eyes, how i died
don’t cross my t–th (yeah), that’s enough
hold up there for a minute (hold up), n-gga saying something (really?)
f-ck that n-gga danny, (f-ck that n-gga) i’m just chilling with the phantom troupe (yeah sir)
the .shrine, big bangs how them cannons shoot (boom-bap)
ten toes down, how we stand on you (hey)
patek, look in my eyes, see lucifer (bah, uh)
kidnap the preacher, then we go and loot the church
then we offer up his shoes and shirt (yes sir)
and if he try to get it back (what you [?]?), then we nuke the earth
[chorus]
no way, p-ssy n-gga claiming you a mobster, don’t play
cause i brought my phantoms to the opera, hey
all the hate turn me to a monster
i know life is short, but no, we won’t get along, no way
p-ssy n-gga claiming you a mobster, don’t play
cause i brought my phantoms to the opera
n-ggas talking sh-t, then we send them to the doctor
twisted like a rasta, we be on our boss sh-t, yeah

[verse 2: k.ix, chef melly, pnda]
wonder where, wonder who do the best be (who?)
flawless like the law, don’t test me (b-tch)
they wonder i [?] b-lls like testes (hahaha)
f-cking on a new b-tch and her bestie (yes sir)
we not the same, i’m a little insane, ayy
she giving me brain, the feeling is strange
she follows the law of equivalent exchange (what?)
like, girl please (b-tch), leave me alone (me alone)
i don’t even follow the law without a philosopher’s stone (really)
the king copping the throne, baby be slopping my bone (hahaha)
off the block you get blown, n-gga just stop it, you’re gone (sh-t)
speak your sh-t bro
this the one that gone make the people stand up
shake [?] to the floor, baby make me get these bands up
fly n-ggas you can’t land us, [?] to the drum
they gon’ really try to band us
n-ggas testin’ me but i ain’t got the answer
twos on deck, and i ain’t talking about them hammers
she from out the country, so we working on her grammar
cozy is a style, put versace on pyjamas
right there, i might need to stop
you got a flow so sick, i might need a doctor
and the drank so strong, i ain’t speaking proper
tryna find that one piece, tony, bring the chopper
let’s get busy now, let’s get busy now
410 on the map, they f-ckin’ with the city now
man, i know, time is money, i’ma have to get it now
chef melly on the stove, i’ma let it simmer down
[chorus]
no way, p-ssy n-gga claiming you a mobster, don’t play
cause i brought my phantoms to the opera, hey
all the hate turn me to a monster
i know life is short, but no, we won’t get along, no way
p-ssy n-gga claiming you a mobster, don’t play
cause i brought my phantoms to the opera
n-ggas talking sh-t, then we send them to the doctor
twisted like a rasta, we be on our boss sh-t, yeah alright

[verse 3: the .shrine, k.ix, pnda]
see i’m a monster, get devoured (what?), it’s a blood shower (what, what?)
he get burned if he talkin stern like he howard
b-tch, you a coward, no courage in your b-tch (uh-huh, uh-huh)
throw a fit when i’m out of her service (hahaha)
p-ssed off, i be pulling b-tches like a rickshaw
n-gga f-ck with us? i’ma cut his whole wrist off
n-ggas [?] soft, like they moving funny, cut the clique up
i’m here with challenger, and they prepare for liftoff (kaboom)
talkin out his ass like he assy mcgee
i send his bass-ackwards if they pass me the heat
in the garden of eden, i’m giving apples to eve
i write a bad yelp review if they ask us to leave
this ain’t assassin’s creed, bullets coming out of my sleeve
f-ck with the gang and i show you what disaster can be
oh, you friendly? well say hi to casper for me
they screamin’ uncle when the bullets hit the back [?]
feel like earl of lemongrab cause you n-ggas unacceptable
red dot reticle, it turn ’em all to vegetables
i’m a canine and we turning up to festivals
the sh-t that he totin’ leave you frozen if he let it go
[outro: k.ix, the .shrine, unspecified audience member]
the funny thing about death is
it’s permanent, and you can’t really go back
and i would hate to have to, y’know
introduce somebody to the other side of death
so get the f-ck up and clap, y’know
that was a f-ckin’ performance put on by, y’know
some nice, talented
get the f-ck up and clap motherf-ckers
so, who the f-ck said “n-ggers?”
n-gga!
yeah, get that, get that n-gga, get that motherf-cker
blow his f-ckin head off, b-tch ass n-gga
hope you enjoyed the show, um
onlyfans coming soon, sign up, b-tch
c-ck and ball torture
hahaha

- the shrine

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