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Sickness
作詞:Robert F Jr Diggs
Yo, the great Digi What are you looking for? The World's greatest mind, Bob Digital Man with no mother
Yo, try to cross reference, my epic preference Fresh mint, tight lint, you get trapped inside the monkey wrench Ain't no man lover ever gonna silk the sealer I'm blessed like the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia
You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea Gobbled up, like the lost city of Moore and Atlantis But I'm fierce as the cyclone winds that blew through Kansas Have your clan stranded on the enchanted land of Gumas Azubar
Gem blue star, razor blade scar Who dare wanna spar bar for bar? Allah U Akbar I turn the most degenerate hood into a pop star Bless the seed who prays the Most High without askin' why
Flicks from ocean shore, kick like Marshall Law I might strike with the eagle claw or tiger paw On the shores of African beach, facin' the east White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see
Found buried by the sea The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica We ride blue whales, you sell Nautica ships on the carpenter We should send all these Devils back to Hell
You small as to die in my sentence, I speak with vengeance Snatch up 17 million plus 2 million Indians Your incorrect retrospect on the situation You didn't know, it was a Wu-Tang affiliation
Legs speak like twigs, you're forbidden like pig You can't fuck with the Zig-Zag-Zig
Raise your sword and praise the Lord Enrage the war on this wicked society Raise your sword and praise the Lord Enrage the war on this wicked society
The village must be pillaged The merciless, the Earth is damp from blood spillage Cursed the ancestors and the seed of the assailant Dissect his body like an alien
My seed must be spread I bust sperm cells with Bobsleds Then race to the egg and bring forth The arm leg leg arm head
All you niggas out there who got money Better watch out for the money hungry, straight up The most beloved from a region undiscovered I've been hovered over by black buzzard walkin' through public
Imagine the feelin' of growin' up Ten children stuffed inside a shack In the project buildings Women, infants and coupons
One stole camel soup on Stressed out with four kids, aborter Next door the dope fiend neighbor Tryin' to sell his little daughter
Poisonous, heat from the oven 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 The only way we had to live was survivin' of mommy's lovin' Dead bodies found in the incinerator Lights out, somebody fucked up the generator
Talkin' welfare, cheese, franks and beans Mud stains on mockneck shirts and tainted jeans Twisted up, how the fuck we get bended up? And ended up in this four block radius where they enslaved us
Sweatin' from cheese ravioli With tomato sauce and anchovie Spoiled, ah, shit, my blood boiled But, fuck that, I'm ready for open hand combat
It's the Tomcat And my thoughts are unlimited Inflicted fatal wounds And I'm immune, see a evil society
So, praise the Lord and enrage the war Against this wicked society, society Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this wicked society, society Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this wicked society
There was a legend of a 'Liquid Sword' That was Only Built for niggas with Cuban Linx Who entered the 36th Chamber And keep the true links, inherit the W emblem
Movin' the muscle, changin' and bone tendon bendin' Science of 25 thousand year millennium The sinners from the men who exiled the Indians from India Who's times can't be measured linear
In all tribes on Earth who can't find A friendlier group of people Who shunt all evil, treat all men equal Even though we see through your wicked intentions
We gave you land to experiment with your inventions But you strive for global lynchin', extension But it's yourself that will become extinct You inherit this power to think and build things
The free wills of love, not hate or kill things And when you went astray, we sent prophets to reveal things And left scriptures behind to fulfill things But you still wanna kill things, rob and steal things So don't blame us when it's time to fulfill things and kill kings
Raise the sword and praise the Lord On this wicked society, society Raise your sword and praise the Lord It's a wicked society, society
Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this wicked society Rage the war Against this wicked society
Yo, the sickness, that's what I want What are you looking for? Man with no mother That's what I want What are you looking for? Man with no mother
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