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letra de fatal omen - yck & mobbs radical

[chorus: yck]
middle fingers, don’t comply, extricate to testify
going postal antisocial, we committing regicide
i admit in my defense, fatal omen had a sense
too suspicious in some ditches, die without a consequence

[verse 1: yck]
hologram hologram pray for the fall of man
columns have fallen and left here a solid mass
monoliths radiate raised then malaise
let it seep on in imma set it ablaze
indistinct emulsified, the invocation won’t suffice
you’re bleeding too much to stabilize
reading the rites to wasted lives
said i’m a cynic diogenes is who i look up to so i got the keys
i’m raiding pharmacies where there’s a bard and beast
when acrimoniously there in harmony
gave swarms of my locusts to aid it’s a check
cannot reconcile no aftereffect
put ’em in a state of mind that they cannot escape
and hate to find em automated with no shipment to scr-pe
hasten to fasten i’m chasing the dragon
i’m sn-tching the cash then i’m lacing the tabs and
irrigated rivers are polluted by the generator
mechanism separating put em on a ventilator
feed me the venom injecting it willingly
there ain’t a difference the both of us will agree
ending this coalition quick, these particles’ collisions split
[chorus: yck]
middle fingers, don’t comply, extricate to testify
going postal antisocial, we committing regicide
i admit in my defense, fatal omen had a sense
too suspicious in some ditches, die without a consequence

[verse 2: mobbs radical]
regicide, oh, this mass extinction leave’em bleeding, f-ck the five-o
don’t like the mission while you sleeping at your front door
with ammunition packing sweeping through the gun smoke
no you can’t see me life depleting now whatsup hoe
red line still you n-ggas wasting my time
f-ck you too if you ain’t feeling my prime
goat tier status don’t you f-ck up my shine
nameless king don’t wanna versus you died
i’ll give you n-ggas b-st-rd halos like an angel
i got the rings my homie drop you like kurt angle
don’t fight it now your fading breath could leave you strangled
like how their bodies gotten twisted as they dangled
we lay you dead inside of evil it’s a matinee
i got some dues i’m cashing out and you gone have to pay
we trap a pound we getting close and just a half away
they know i’m moving with the flock and n-ggas that afraid

- yck mobbs radical

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