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[Blood Sport] I see you modify to gangster after seeing me walk You changed your tone after hearing me talk Extending your hand and still in my aura You know God don't shake on shit The food, clothing and the glass of water Though we make love to Jezebels and prey on virgins We move like yahoo and black excursions Bloodily colour of great wine Skin tone the colour of bronze I rose from the grave with Nas And there's tears of dollars, I feed the children Replace the White House with a project building I stand on top of it signalling the rocket shit Holding my dick like I locked down the continent I'm magnetic, I attract metal L shaped objects With Hell parallel niggas and decks Yo, my hand like fire in Hell after its shooting So nigga, if you know like I know, keep it moving [Chorus: Bloodsport (Killah Priest)] 'Cause I can 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up 'Cause I can 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up 'Cause I can 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up 'Cause I can 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up ('Cause I can 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up) [Killah Priest] Fuck that museum heist, the code of lung blowing My palm turn the knob, slowly hear the click then we open it Flee with the rarest canvas called the Della strada A fifteenth-century painting of Da Vinci's Belladonna Tie up the Pope, my mans in the helicopter Next to the Russian pilot blowing marijuana I smell the ganja, show him the picture of the black Madonna Flying overseas full of squids and arowanas Stole the Mona Lisa in Rome with phony Visas Disguised as a tourist taking flicks at the Pisa My cars and my passports Read Dr. Philip L. Glascov at the airport Where the FBI waiting with their taskforce Clear custom, pull the moustache off A shootout is my last resort Now we back in the air to the metropolis Project shit, Hellhole is bottomless The beast will crawl out of it, apocalypse Communist, things will remain anonymous Behold the Pale Rhinoceros, it's obvious Don't even shoot it if the shot's a risk They say I'm too Hitchcocky and when I spit about the projects we in I'm Jesus resurrected in the drop top BM I'm Larry King Live from the hood Sean seen by scene of murders, so what's good? [Chorus: Immortal Technique] Wish I could 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up But then I wouldn't get to see the seeds grow up Wish I could 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up I be the sign at the gates as the world blew up [Immortal Technique] Motherfuckers tell me that I live in the last days Stupid fuck, you think AIDS is the last plague See manmade God in his own image Culture, language and his own limits Even his own spirit so he can fool other men into believing in his own gimmicks I stomp the Atlantic, pivot the planet While niggas turn their cheek to a catholic faggot Mythological gangster, crying that you spitting hard You'll get your bitch gang raped by Minotaurs No fasad or exaggeration We were born to rule the world after revelations You can call it God's wrath or Allah's math Like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre slash Bars of death, when I spit them out Concentration camp gold ripped out of a Jews mouth Melted into Swiss banks, that's how the world works We liked the men who looked to America's adamant church Filled the country 'til the bottom would burst Nazi Pope, sniper scope shot him in church Warrior cast, slavery surviving niggas Harlem, North Philly nobody liver niggas Bittersweet apocalypse will laugh at the end Gun in your face, that will be your moment of sin Because when you world is over, mine just begins [Chorus: Immortal Technique] Wish I could 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up But then I wouldn't get to see the seeds grow up Wish I could 'Stand Still' and watch the world blow up I be the sign at the ___ world blew up
Writer(s): Chad Everett Gilbert, Stephen Lee Klein, Jordan I Pundik, Ian R Grushka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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