Текст песни Jus Allah f GZA - Pool of Blood
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[Verse 1: Jus ALLah]I keep blunts of sess in between my jawsI keep chunks of flesh, underneath my clawsAnimal like, raping lady Afro-DiteI watch people bleed to tease my appetiteSlice your mug, we`re hand-and-knife thugsThat`s so hardcore we banned from fightclubBrawl with night crawling blood alcoholicsY`all only hope is wooden stakes and garlicIslamic, thinking on a higher logicDressed in arab garments on flying carpetsTaking me to hovering starshipsWith high powered aero nauticsTo glide across cosmicsLost in space, I pause to meditateMy soul`s energy cause walls to shakeNiggaz stand clear when my land is spreadCause my scarecrow`s got real Klansmen heads[Verse 2: GZA/Genius]I`m from the place where temples could flare, eagles are hurtA neighbourhood wear from steady went to shirtA battlefield setting the teams, they move thuglyA group with a bitter dispute that turned uglyBeef that started back in elementaryThen it move from the block to the penetentiaryThe contest of the phonecall was frightningThe spark from the blaze to kill all was lightningCompletely unaware of their surroundingIn a +pool of blood+ responsible for drowningsThe un-informed remains a total darknessThe only time you see light is when this metal spark this setSomething greater than their own encounterTook a small business and they killed the co-founderNow police probe this youngster`s backgroundFound something in his jeans that was hard to back down[Verse 3: Jus Allah]Yo, I release agressionExplode like automic weaponGoing to deep spells of demonic posessionGave the devil my rhyme book, just to read throughHe hid it in a safe that he had swallowed the keys toSaid:"Jus Allah, I have nothing to teach you"There`s no plauge or harm to man more deceitfullThan a lost breed of evilFucking monsterous niggazTrade to kill inside their subconciousTaken what`s promised, derived from skies and cometsAcomplish Prophecies from MuhammedI overpower shit, fuck the hater and the doubter shitChop off the top of your skull, drink out of itCowardly bitch I hear death in the windNotify next of kin, best of friendsYou limbs are lobbed off, by Jus Allah`s axeForced to whack their own severed arms to catch