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Blaow!!
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Blaow!! est sorti le 9 octobre 2012 par Dope D.O.D. Records/Duck Down Music Inc. dans le cadre de l'album Branded
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AlbumBranded
Date de sortie9 octobre 2012
LabelDope D.O.D. Records/Duck Down Music Inc.
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM82

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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Dope D.O.D.
Dope D.O.D.
Rap
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
F. Boersma
F. Boersma
Paroles/Composition
J. Lelieveld
J. Lelieveld
Paroles/Composition
M. van Dijk
M. van Dijk
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dope D.O.D.
Dope D.O.D.
Production

Paroles

Bloaw We are the inmates that spit hate Blaow
We are the wardens that warn em Blaow
We are the shellshocked on cellblocks
The light fades slow, when ya hear the gate close
Bloaw We are the inmates that spit hate Blaow
We are the wardens that warn em Blaow
We are the shellshocked on cellblocks
The light fades slow, when ya hear the gate close
Stars aligning with the dark asylum, where laws of gravity, cause harsh confinement
Smog and sirens, hope ya got ya license, registration, Identification and occupation
Cause we are wrong and righteous, we spawned a generation
This iz the celebration Illuminati likes us
Time to pay the piper, here's a demonstration. why we live by the unforgiving code of silence
We open fire, on those that attempt to break it, remember faces, in this biz you won't retire
Your a fly trapped in our worldwideweb with no choice but to worship the holy spiders
Let me tell you why we dominate it's not to set the planet straight, we operate in ways
Violate the democratic states
The candidates will pretend like they care about your problems, that's how we got my **** in the oval office
See it's a tight circle! I'm bilderbergs worst dude, no clue of what we do but it does concern you
We the ones control the music business, we the ones who came up with that fishdick joke and **** ripped it
We the ones made you brainless and we the ones who made MTV famous, and still got you paying you dumb motherfuckers
I'm sending all your kids to the east and you love it
My system is perfect can nobody touch me, my tools of deception are the banks and the money
Remember it was us orchestrate that whole day with them two planes nobody was save the fuel flames popped their membranes like
Bloaw We are the inmates that spit hate Blaow
We are the wardens that warn em Blaow
We are the shellshocked on cellblocks
The light fades slow, when ya hear the gate close
Bloaw We are the inmates that spit hate Blaow
We are the wardens that warn em Blaow
We are the shellshocked on cellblocks
The light fades slow, when ya hear the gate close
Isolated struggle, I'm so alone
Stuck inside a cell like a Y-chromosome I'm trapped behind bars that I write on the wall
I never see a guard or hear life in the hall
They feed me lots of medication that is hard to ingest, every passing day, is another carve in the flesh
It's hard to express in any words what is wrong with me, a life sentence is the summary
Written by: F. Boersma, J. Lelieveld, M. van Dijk
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