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  • Текст песни clipping. - Blood of the Fang

    Исполнитель: clipping.
    Название песни: Blood of the Fang
    Дата добавления: 16.04.2024 | 13:16:05
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    By the Christians, it is written
    That in the black Myrthian age
    There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood
    Drink it up, fifty years 'bout enough, time to come back
    They want to call the bluff
    Ok then, time to come back (what up)
    Hail King Huey, do it for fluid, you knew it was movin' forever
    Knew it, the truth is, the movement was really too clever
    Who is the newest to do it, pursuing a useless, polluted, agenda
    Too long to get they bullshit together, fifty years 'bout enough (blood)
    Patient, gave 'em a two year grace, '66 came, then they saw the true face
    Black on black on black, irate
    Had 'em all runnin' scared straight out the gate
    Skin do show you who kin, that's it though
    What's inside never been too simple
    Syrup, he sip, cause he can't taste his own (blood)
    Drink it up, drink it up
    You belong in every milliliter of
    They tried to take out every military leader but
    He was born to be a martyr and it doesn't mean a thing because that body really meat
    Fill it up, you history is when you might consider killing folk
    This ain't the shit they taught you when you went to kindergarten
    What you need to know is in the (blood)
    Queen Angela done told y'all, grasp at the root
    So what y'all talkin' 'bout, "Hands up, don't shoot"
    Look back, blood on the ground
    Look straight, they still shootin'
    Jump back, still here
    Now what that tell you bout death?
    Death ain't shit, you got to
    Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
    Drink it up, drink it up
    Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
    Drink it up, drink it up
    Fists in the sky if you ready, dice are all fair like confetti
    They thought you was playin', though the game really was more trainin'
    There finna be (blood)
    And much of it blues
    Time to fly, 'cause you know time fickle
    So cold, fittin' to snow, swing a icicle
    Takin' out a police or a politician, is you
    Ain't the same as sayin' turnin' out a dime against a nickel
    And it ain't just money, bee, this ain't honey
    Sweet, but it's funny to think of them wantin' to speak
    When this pain is deep and ingrained in (blood)
    Drink it up, dress it down
    Queen shit, wear the crown
    King shit, wear the wounds
    New blood in the wombs
    Loose, loose, clear the tombs, bubble blue suede shoes
    Lookin' like a who's who of the dead
    Come back, bust a head
    Run track to the red
    Black suit, black hair, black wings, black stare
    Black all for the (blood)
    (Button up bruh)
    Actin' a fool, or just actin'
    You knew about adaptin' since you started tappin'
    And in the dark, flappin' the full moon askin'
    If you knew the passion that grew, what I'm askin'
    'Cause they would never see in the basic
    Surround 'em all, Eric or Gregory, but they faces
    And every book, record, or CD, even made the MP3s laced with (blood)
    Brother Malcolm done told y'all, "By any means"
    So what y'all talkin' 'bout, "All on the same team?"
    Look back, blood on the ground
    Look straight, they still shootin'
    Jump back, still here
    Now what that tell you bout death?
    Death ain't shit, you got to
    Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
    Drink it up, drink it up
    Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
    Drink it up, drink it up
    Everybody want to kill a movement for the moment
    But, they cannot kill what cannot die
    There wasn't ever really an opponent
    For what they figured was only three fifth human
    And they thought they could enslave by disconnecting from the truth
    Brother George is back again and never did look finest
    It is time to gather up another meeting of the highness
    That they couldn't kill him and America can't either
    Man even sleep in to '71 anytime they beat her
    Sip a little somethin'
    Be up in the Cadillac with Little Bobby Hutton
    Riding shotty with the shotty, swoopin' up the cousins
    They so whoopin' for your blood, that Bobby Steele is on the door
    When they regroup up at the club and brother
    Eldridge is keepin' souls on ice 'til the time was just right, now suffices
    Emery got the scene drawn up nice and Afeni here with Pac, yup thug life
    Kathleen, black and beautiful, as the motto
    Assada, up in here sippin' a bloody cafe Cubana
    With Hilliard on the seat next to her, babysitting the ralo
    Waiting for heron to say something fly and for them to follow
    Into the night, let it swallow, eyes on the sparrow tomorrow
    You know the marrow is hollow, and light as air and the call is out
    To the rest of the model of effervescence
    When all of it manifested, they never bothered to question
    While calling for the arrest and murder
    Guess they never knew it was a test to best assess the way to move in
    Then digest the flesh of every wicked human
    'Til the best and blackest blood is back to rulin'
    Prince Stokely done told y'all, "have no fear"
    So how come every time they be like "Yah, yah, yah"
    Y'all look scared
    Look back, blood on the ground
    Look straight, they still shootin'
    Jump back, still here
    Now what that tell you bout death?
    Death ain't shit, you got to
    Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
    Drink it up, drink it up
    Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, among it's people)
    Drink it up, drink it up
    Когда они перегруппируются в клуб и брат
    Элдридж сохраняет души на льду, пока время не было прямо, теперь достаточно
    Эмери получил сцену, созданную красивую и афени здесь с PAC, Yup Thug Life
    Кэтлин, черный и красивый, как девиз
    Асада, здесь
    С Хиллиардом на месте рядом с ней, присматривая за Рало
    Жду, когда цап
    В ночь, пусть он глотает, глаза завтра на воробья
    Вы знаете, что костное мозг пустоте, и легкий, как воздух, и вызов вышел
    До остальной части модели шипения
    Когда все это проявилось, они никогда не удосужились задавать вопросы
    Призывая к аресту и убийству
    Думаю, они никогда не знали, что это был тест, чтобы лучше всего оценить способ движения
    Затем переварить плоть каждого злого человека
    'До самой лучшей и черной кровь вернется в Rulin'
    Принц Стокели сказал вам: «Не бойтесь»
    Так почему каждый раз, когда они похожи на «да, да, да»
    Вы все выглядите
    Оглянись, кровь на земле
    Смотри прямо, они все еще стреляют
    Отпрыгните, все еще здесь
    Теперь, что это говорит тебе о смерти?
    Смерть не дерьмо, ты должен
    Выпейте, выпейте (существовала зависимость от крови, крови, крови)
    Выпейте, выпейте
    Выпейте, выпейте (среди людей существовала зависимость от крови, крови, крови)
    Выпейте, выпейте

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