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Art of Origin

Hands in the Air

315 3 часа назад

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(Verse 1: Chino XL)Direct from king fields!I`m glowing in darkness cats with spell will tell your peopleThat there seems a crucifixion and my ouija board spells certain deathYou contradict you can`t do shit your fucking song`s jokeThe only video you could make is if you robbed a liquor storeAll right... niggas done got me started upNow it`s time for you to duckYou get stuck better runAnd check your blood when I run amuckPunching `em straight to your facePutting that ass in a neck braceMy shotty`s wettin` your body upWetter than Michael Jackson`s pillow caseI get props, you give head, I get pussy hole...I got more jim hats than there`s hats in five five soulYou hackle me, you funnyYou need to be in Def Comedy JamCus I am ??? like natives fear quicksandI`m smoking you with my burnerI`m rippin` that ass like Tina TurnerMy feelings all right!I wanna be like Ike!Here is the savage marriage when I damageLike plaster or parrishYou`d be in your hotel room catching a heart attack like Robin HarrisSo, bring all the static to me that you could findA prison is in my mindMy mental is out of itI`d be on that ass like Tyson at a beauty pageantAssassinating you like you John Lennon and watch you begYou popped a lot of lip but can`t do shit like Curtis Mayfield`s leg...(Chorus - Repeat 2X)Every joint I rock,Every line you hear,Baby I don`t care,People everywhere...Hands in the air!(Verse 2: Chino XL)It`s getting real hard to control all the powers I posses seeWho do I worship? My mind state is ??? to emergencyI made a RabbiNeed a glass eyeJust cus he passed byBringing more hell nights than Omega Sci-fiI`m cutting you deep as I canYou bled but I need a deeper shadeWon`t catch me wearing no red ribbonsI`m glad when faggots catch the AIDSI`m losing my religion while you burn on a crooked crossLeaving mothafuckers broken up like Main SourceKeepin` it strange, I got derangedPowers, rock for mad hoursKicking pregnant bitches in the stomach at baby showersSpreading the word of Revelation scattered all over the wrecksI got more lyrics than projects got bricks on the streetShowing and proving this world ain`t big enough for one of meYou`ll be like, "Elizabeth - I`m coming to join you honey!"Nothing is sacred when the rebel in yellow will beLike mother Teresa selling anal sex on 42nd streetJune 25th that ain`t no myth that you can tamper withWhich is hell, they should`ve nailed Jesus ass to a handprintAltruism is your bible, your first name is "Into The Pit"This is my body, this is my bread and all that other shitI smother shit, blood comets at the purple hand I`m not a fanSo deep in the dark with the Art you can`t understand so I shot a man...What yo` God got to do with me?...I`m not tryin` to hear that, see...(Chorus - Repeat 2X`s)Every joint I rock,Every line you hear,Baby I don`t care,People everywhere...Hands in the air!(Sample from Redman)Throw your hands in the air! (Repeat 6x`s)(Verse 3: Chino XL)Now as I sit in the midst of a pit, piss thisBy the same lame game and the reign I`m an anarchistBlack to the graveyard, vultures circle your headKeeps it going on, `til the break of P.M. DawnYou`re gonna crawl when I stroll, my name`s on your wall in bloodBringing more `Weird Science` than Anthony Michael HallBuckshot, you`re quoted like I`m Amy Fischer the war`s onI`m sending my competition to hell with gasoline draws onChino, it must be, better not, trust me...I`m dropping more satanic verses than Simon RustyKnow my name cus I killSlappin` your mama outta high heelsBattle me? Little nigga, first go get training wheelsEx-girlfriends talking shit, ripping my stickers, now retireBaby pictures on my tip you`d think my dick was a pacifierBurning them down like Watts, stab you in your crotchStop and dropFuck watching my video nigga, check me out on copsI kill like that, I kill like that,I kill like that, I kill like that...(da da da, da da da)I`m always strapped, worthless in a world that won`t changeI could catch a body in a ?wiffle? board(Chorus - Repeat 4x`s)Every joint I rock,Every line you hear,Baby I don`t care,People everywhere...Hands in the air!(Repeat 6x`s)Hands in the air...

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