Текст песни The Fedz - Death Notes
The Fedz - Death Notes слова песни
[Intro](Death) To die, the state of being lifelessIt`s the psychic that`s on the creepBringing heat to all the projects, sets, boundariesNow when you see these, here they`re coming over sea with no keyBringing death notes to all images in the rap industry (Death)We gladly present to you, the scientist[Verse 1]There`s no time left, eject the tape, niggas evacuate the setJet, I`m leaving notes laced with death on your doorstepsMake your last request, eternal rest your destinationPremeditation murder, a result of aggravationThese sticky situations got me in a zone, polish the chromeProne to demolish these niggas like Sly StalloneIf loving the game is wrong, I don`t wanna be correctThose who ride in my set get outlined like silhouettesSo death`s a blackout, don`t ask about my richesI cast a spell on the snitches, my cliental are the strictestI`m predicted, niggas get twisted with my scientificsWitness this I increase my salary by six digitsWiping out all existence, get diminished instantlyTonight`s the night, and we mobbing through your city making historyI`m mentally abusive, undisputedNo need to interview me, my lyrics debut, they exclusive[Hook]We believe in death notes, for those that approachLay comatose, it`s gun smoke on every coastWe believe in death notes, for those that approachLay comatose, it`s gun smoke on every coastWe believe in death notes, for those that approachLay comatose, it`s gun smoke on every coast[Verse 2]My mood swings like a noose, fuck ya juiceStrictly gun play put down your dukesI produce evil and seduceDiabolical thoughts for onslaughtCausing casualties, many ones afford inside your mentalVisitation from hitmen with mack tens, stacking when we sinBitch your block bodies drop, when we bend the cornerSo killers are now up on ya,We plot paper with homies from Chi-Town to the hills of CaliforniaThe aroma of gunsmoke, choke niggasWorldwide, suicide you will confront, Suave House until the day I dieI get cocked like warlocks, the sinister doctor BombayCasting spells with this fully loaded AKBodies lay in ruin, dirty like urine in a drug testDon`t stress, I`m just a lyrical murder vestI project and see caskets for the words that I graphGats hold my signature nigga, here`s my autograph[Hook][Extending Hook](Death) This is your last notice, (Notes) ha ha ha ha ha(Death) So tell me are you afraid, (Notes)How does it feel looking down (Death) the eyes of death (Notes)Ha ha ha ha (Death) ha ha ha ha ha (Notes) ah ha ha ha ha[Verse 3]Time to get the G`s, must get the dough andIncrease before I release the flows and expose it straight smokingShit like sticks, increasing grips, we taking trips to hit the streetsSo niggas flip and dip to the scientist`s arranged lyrics, like chemists(No gimmicks) I`m in to diminish ya like the wizard, who is itIt`s ol` Ste (and the L-O-K-E-Y) you can`t see we[Verse 4]It`s a lyrical drive-by, the scientist on the creepI tweak now watch me take this level to the highest peakTo each his own, my songs is full of killers and cap-peelersThe mats and gats zippers you can ask the SinisterAbout me, I slip though the night like hockey skisTo see Professor Lo-Key, cause mister clocking G`sFor fulfilling his prophecies, it`s the narratorAnd it`s the black Noreaga slash international playa[Hook][Extending Hook](Death) Ha ha ha ha, now there you have it (Notes)(Death) The scientist on a creep to kill (Notes)(Death) This shit don`t get no realer than this (Notes)So (Death) sinist-sinister, my nigga (Notes) the L-O-K-E-Y(DIE!)