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Текст песни Prophet Posse - Catch a Blast

Prophet Posse - Catch a Blast слова песни

Chorusx4Step into this massAnd you gon` catch a blast(T-Rock)We keep contact with coffin concealersHeavy narcotic dealersWho confescated spiritsLeaving carcases as memorabiliaThats when I clutch your remainders of cashAfter receiving the papers of passionInsanityGuess thats my simple out-thinking itCaught no remorse that I felt in the pastLeaving conceated niggasFace GuardEntrapped a man and the case wasDelivering eternal residences In lyrical graveyardsNiggas playhardI`m equipped with a safe-guardAnd admit that the dangerNot a regretA resistant in domining legion Thats thought to deliver those souls Which tried to presented youTriple painFor your resistful blaimsNow you a shrivled bladeStuck in the dungeons of the abysal plainsLyrical clips so aimProducing blood-red tonicsExorcising demonikMy click is siccer-than IslamicsWith poetryPossess gameI educate sicnessI meditate victoryAnd how my fame will escalate swiftlyIf correct movesWere made with valid timingEvery individual with traits of povertyWould believe thats my dollars climbing...Chorusx4(M-Child)Mackin` Child is who I beNever be facing this rector Controlling the inside our mindsReaching my point in my destinyWhere it is said If I went through my bloodlinesSo come with me I come with youAre you coming into my place Ain`t no time for fucking around I`m bound to stomp a hole in your facePlaya-haterSome dummies went into my kitchenAnd rolled up a bluntI catch himNow come take a puff of this shitYou could really blaze it like the sunMy nigga pizz-offHe did not believe I could be part of the Six`sWhen I caught the green leprehcanYou better believe that was 1 of my wishesIf you niggas don`t know you ain`t heardI`m more than that nigga that is ready forCombatI`d watch my step if I were youWhen I`m coming there`s no time to reactBetter have your whole masterplan setAnd I bet it won`t work Cause I already figured youLoading up the shit Slip a mask on my faceNine in my pocket to do what I came to doWe ridin` the streetsWith your punk-ass in the backseatThe system is booming so niggas Cannot hear your ass get put to sleepWhen you niggas be thinkingThat I am your friend And you think you can bite our styleChop goes your body half into the mystWhen you fuckin` with Murderer Child...(Murderer Child repeats and fades)

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