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Terror è stato pubblicato il 11 novembre 2008 da Babygrande Records come parte dell'album A History Of Violence
11 novembre 2008
EtichettaBabygrande Records
LinguaEnglish
BPM91
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

[Verse 1]
Y'all motherfuckers woke a demon up
The bullets splatter through your spleen and guts
The whole click duckin' they PO
They need to pee in cups
We murder shit like everything the Europeans touch
I don't even talk to motherfuckers, that could lead to trust
We on our din, devils only deal with greed and lust
Feed an elephant with bear hands and take bleeding tusks
Anytime you hear a cop was murdered, best believe it's us
Jus Allah load the glock, put 'em in the weeds and dust
I ain't a sucka, I was born with Herculean nuts
Strangle snakes, dangle grapes fed by European sluts
Y'all know where to come to when you need the fuckin' trees and dust
Ayo D, walk ID by and I see these fucks
I got the power to devour trees, seas and such
I got the power that's the caliber of Jesus-touch
It don't matter the caliber, I proceed to rush
Vinny on a whole nother algebra than the Greeks could touch
[Verse 2]
Terror
Terror
Terror
Terror
Terror
[Verse 3]
Let me tell you lil' something bout a **** named Moz
Look in his eye, you could see the evil if you high
You could notice a little **** that's eager for the sky
Behind bars, scarred like Jesus when he died
****, I was in the hole for a whole six months
Getting high off the reefer, thinking why
I'm with the roaches and rats
Hopeless and flatlining and line and the hole in the crack
****, I was in the hole trying getting my bag
**** snitching and CEO tried getting my bag
But I don't give a fuck about a snake or a fag, a hater
I'd rather see Adolph paid off, laugh
This is real life, fuck getting paid off rats
And selling my soul to the devil, getting paid off rapping
Maserati, Moz, Pazienza, clap boys
Trap back man, you still screaming duffel bag boys
[Verse 4]
Terror
Terror
Terror
Terror
Terror
Terror
[Verse 5]
I have lived a century
I've tapped into my sixth sensory
I am a potential enemy
My entire inner chemistry
Every inch of me is divinity
Unequivocally supremacy
I am undesired energy
Sin friendly, since empty
Show the prince of peace no clemency
Give him an extremity of insensitivity
Let his kid and ministry witness his disassembly
I just love sufferance
I'm destructive, unproductive, tussid
Not much substance, thug-gage
Above judgement
Unaware of any error of doubt
Where it counts, I'm a fair amount of paramount
I embody a monopoly of ungodly
The hobby rob me of my common camaraderie
My apology arid insincerity
Charity, buried generic, it's hilarity
[Verse 6]
Terror
Terror
Terror
Terror
Terror
Terror
Terror
Terror
Terror
Terror
Terror
Terror, terror, terror
Terror
Written by: J. Bostick, K Baldwin, V. LUVINER

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