Mereu la subiect Paraziții (Ft. Shabazz the Disciple)
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[Intro: Shabazz the Disciple]
Yeah
STD, nigga
Hook rise
Real projects, Romania
[Strofa 1: Shabazz the Disciple]
2007 A.D., Judas is scouting
Be cooking up the crystal in the Marriot
Tucking blackened pistols in the chariot
I'll outlive my disciples who are all suited in the valley with
Composers in they caskets, still, they fear who carry it
The reason why I still exist, 'cause I see omens
In the hood we stake it and thrown up your fist by the moment
Too many gangstas, danger pierced by the needle of conscious palette
Pick up the shells with fingerprints, only the God's 'bout it
Satan got ways to make it observations
Chasing my occupation and tried to infiltrate the congregation
For thirty bitches, are silver who lie, I pierce ya' liver
Right each in the hands of yo' enemies, you'll be delivered
These jezebels in hotels spreading the plague
Slayin' the mutlidudes, with the hell fire between they legs
Too many funerals with closed caskets and pictures
But I survived, I'm still alive, describe the hood scripture
[Refren: Cheloo & Ombladon]
O dăm direct, mereu la subiect, fără eroare
Ăsta nu-i sport și banii put când n-ai onoare
Ești underground până dai de cașcaval prima oară
Aruncă microfonu' și dansează la bară
O dăm direct, mereu la subiect, fără eroare
Ăsta nu-i sport și banii put când n-ai onoare
Ești underground până dai de cașcaval prima oară
Aruncă microfonu' și dansează la bară
Yeah
STD, nigga
Hook rise
Real projects, Romania
[Strofa 1: Shabazz the Disciple]
2007 A.D., Judas is scouting
Be cooking up the crystal in the Marriot
Tucking blackened pistols in the chariot
I'll outlive my disciples who are all suited in the valley with
Composers in they caskets, still, they fear who carry it
The reason why I still exist, 'cause I see omens
In the hood we stake it and thrown up your fist by the moment
Too many gangstas, danger pierced by the needle of conscious palette
Pick up the shells with fingerprints, only the God's 'bout it
Satan got ways to make it observations
Chasing my occupation and tried to infiltrate the congregation
For thirty bitches, are silver who lie, I pierce ya' liver
Right each in the hands of yo' enemies, you'll be delivered
These jezebels in hotels spreading the plague
Slayin' the mutlidudes, with the hell fire between they legs
Too many funerals with closed caskets and pictures
But I survived, I'm still alive, describe the hood scripture
[Refren: Cheloo & Ombladon]
O dăm direct, mereu la subiect, fără eroare
Ăsta nu-i sport și banii put când n-ai onoare
Ești underground până dai de cașcaval prima oară
Aruncă microfonu' și dansează la bară
O dăm direct, mereu la subiect, fără eroare
Ăsta nu-i sport și banii put când n-ai onoare
Ești underground până dai de cașcaval prima oară
Aruncă microfonu' și dansează la bară
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