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Correct Blood Reign Lyrics
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Louis Logic
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Correct Blood Reign
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Yeah, Vinnie Paz baby 2 G baby Army of the Pharoahs All that good shit Yo, yo The lawnmower man smashes Through your skull with battle axes We whip asses, with adjante daggers That slashes Crushing opposition like we was fascists Stigmata and four gashes We bashes, the faggots who can't attack it right Take they sternum and then turn them into my acolytes That's the sight of blood that make a child stop That's the rights of thugs that keep it wild hot I hate you, say to pray to a heavenly father It's fatal, like a NATO military armada We hotter, warriors from Atlantis Couldn't understand how raw the Hologram is The mantis who use the flame rod 'Cause y'all couldn't physically bruise the name God Yo the technique, detrimental to your immune Leave you in the dust, let y'all niggas choke on fumes It's the tight mikes, aerodynamic, gigantic The shadow I cast is dominant, royal highness North Philly's own home-grown champion Purposely remainin' unknown until shown Cold as stone, the stage, my home away from home I, prefer to leave these cloned niggas alone Buildin' a home for lost MC's gone wrong Feel the pressure when my team come on strong, it's QD [Chorus: x2] Don't ever try to But can't the skill execute this right Listen up y'all suckas to what I say Breakin out an unstoppable Megatron is fuckin' monstrous Hoppin' out of Lake Loch Ness Every motherfucker in range is left top-less Quell my metropolis, like shit's cop-less Y'all cock-less, we stuff y'all in boxes For stuffed pockets, yo my thugs is thick Thug'll diss 'em, when we gotta put a slug in your bitch Splatter your dame, Pharoahs we shatter your brain 'Till a nigga's salary change to lateral game Like Calgary Flames, puttin' fire on ice Put me in hell, for puttin' four nails in Christ I'm like Billy Goat Gruff under the bridge at Governor Ridge Waitin' to knock heads off, I'm a mean son-of-a-bitch With an itch to misbehave and wave a switchblade In front of your face so close to leave your whiskers shaved To disengage, or rip the pages from your notepad And shove 'em up the hole between your lower back and gonads The only way your rhymes would be the shit You need to read a script on playin' gay 'cause you cats could eat a dick Servin' sucka MC's a fifth of the drunken stylin' Rippin' M-I-C's like a pub in Dublin, Ireland [Chorus] Hey yo I got a fetish, to see flesh rip When my Tek spits, breakin' the bone where ya'll chest is I dare a nigga to try and battle I'll put the sweat in your palms when you swallow you're adam's apple Eat MC's like Chupacabra was eating cattle Defeat disease with palabras, frequently in battle Make the hardest man fall back and start to squeal Haul a fifth to his face, taste the steel This why I got pro deep and stay ruthless You useless, Fuck with us and leave toothless We're often known as psycho-drama dispensors Paralyze niggas then put 'em in trauma centers
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