Petrified
演唱者：Dhark Citi
专辑：Eminem & Friends: Game Over Sessions
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Remember when I spoke the factualQuotin data from known safactualNatural occurinses, servin the chosen oneSa'BattlecuelKnow it's dramaticalVision my lyrics as a killerConsider the penalties given for breeders of a sinnerYou fakin my articleTo be some sort of a logicalPart of the arsenalPersistant lizing my nasogicalNever question the presense of a soul like depressionWhose total act is repression to disregard you in secondsObsession of rap, since I was locked downMurdered my lab, the smiles of a child was found and sealed in photographsI outta blow his ass, for the reasons for my hatredIn sacred places revolve around the paces of my natureOn paper, that's were you'll find bolationPlace me on the side, I'm waitinFor fakeness to try and over rhyme my soul confine meIt's only likely I'm certain to appear amongst the worstOf situations relatin to the death among you servantsAnd curtains over shadow youAnd they brace you in the darknessMy vocal sharp as a dagger and the waist is where your heart isWe started this from the bottomAnd we welcome any problemIt's all from under the circumstance and scope 'em when we got 'emStrange if it ain't the petrified ones that act as if they killas(Dhark Citi raw and custom to pistol whippin they tricks)Strange if it ain't the petrified ones that act as if they mirrors(Dhark Citi born and custom to crime and violence, we murderers)We live amongst rooks and servantsMy destiny's under the serpants, ofcourse my merganceHeavy merchants, do I deserve this?Quote with herb, and lustin for *** and holy virginsSo pricin the nice and spirits eagin for my serviceSad Voice, I'm suicideFinally is my timeCan't be an angel showed compassion towards me and criedSee the god is peacefull, relaxation from the deceitfulAnd treated me unequal cuz I came from Puerto RicoDouble headed eagle, seezin a head of a her ave and lawtonWhen I die, bury me deep, and the dirt is sand rawAnd my critics, remember the nameWe don't exist on, straight to seven angelsThe first son of the ChristiansFirst born prophet, now I'm on sonicRespect my gothicNon believers I'm a baptised, but this holy water will rise itFake thugs, I got itTalkin bout guns and chronicExcept death, relieve your stress, the Christ hyminHomicidal rage, cattlepult you by high exortOr resort on your force of imagerySacreligion and sinistryPhysically bought it by God, it's the hardest part, they pray upon usThe scorchen of Satan, facin Devils towards awaitinContaplate the grateous rebellious skies play overheadFrom the enourmous shed, vocalize penny still we wanted deadOn our bald heads, with numerical beats componentsSee we speak of omens, seak upon us, make them nail and see it for usMy lifes a genesis, my minds the exodus of rapMy heads the force to get ya clapMy voice is the entrance thru the portal of factWith reality taps you on your shoulderYour fest paralizin encodedYour soul is before the third of JehovahShut the mouth of criticsTo my Puerto Ricans, blacks and DominicsThoughts devorse restrictionSusan died before they got the lividDhark Citi's the fortuessHavin trauma immortal forcesBring the all we gather, thru the fog on horses with wooded crotches
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Remember when I spoke the factualQuotin data from known safactualNatural occurinses, servin the chosen oneSa'BattlecuelKnow it's dramaticalVision my lyrics as a killerConsider the penalties given for breeders of a sinnerYou fakin my articleTo be some sort of a logicalPart of the arsenalPersistant lizing my nasogicalNever question the presense of a soul like depressionWhose total act is repression to disregard you in secondsObsession of rap, since I was locked downMurdered my lab, the smiles of a child was found and sealed in photographsI outta blow his ass, for the reasons for my hatredIn sacred places revolve around the paces of my natureOn paper, that's were you'll find bolationPlace me on the side, I'm waitinFor fakeness to try and over rhyme my soul confine meIt's only likely I'm certain to appear amongst the worstOf situations relatin to the death among you servantsAnd curtains over shadow youAnd they brace you in the darknessMy vocal sharp as a dagger and the waist is where your heart isWe started this from the bottomAnd we welcome any problemIt's all from under the circumstance and scope 'em when we got 'em
[Chorus x2: Sa'Battlecuel (Sad Voice)]
Strange if it ain't the petrified ones that act as if they killas(Dhark Citi raw and custom to pistol whippin they tricks)Strange if it ain't the petrified ones that act as if they mirrors(Dhark Citi born and custom to crime and violence, we murderers)[Sad Voice]
We live amongst rooks and servantsMy destiny's under the serpants, ofcourse my merganceHeavy merchants, do I deserve this?Quote with herb, and lustin for *** and holy virginsSo pricin the nice and spirits eagin for my serviceSad Voice, I'm suicideFinally is my timeCan't be an angel showed compassion towards me and criedSee the god is peacefull, relaxation from the deceitfulAnd treated me unequal cuz I came from Puerto RicoDouble headed eagle, seezin a head of a her ave and lawtonWhen I die, bury me deep, and the dirt is sand rawAnd my critics, remember the nameWe don't exist on, straight to seven angelsThe first son of the ChristiansFirst born prophet, now I'm on sonicRespect my gothicNon believers I'm a baptised, but this holy water will rise itFake thugs, I got itTalkin bout guns and chronicExcept death, relieve your stress, the Christ hymin[Chorus x2]
[Sa'Battlecuel]
Homicidal rage, cattlepult you by high exortOr resort on your force of imagerySacreligion and sinistryPhysically bought it by God, it's the hardest part, they pray upon usThe scorchen of Satan, facin Devils towards awaitinContaplate the grateous rebellious skies play overheadFrom the enourmous shed, vocalize penny still we wanted deadOn our bald heads, with numerical beats componentsSee we speak of omens, seak upon us, make them nail and see it for us[Sad Voice]
My lifes a genesis, my minds the exodus of rapMy heads the force to get ya clapMy voice is the entrance thru the portal of factWith reality taps you on your shoulderYour fest paralizin encodedYour soul is before the third of JehovahShut the mouth of criticsTo my Puerto Ricans, blacks and DominicsThoughts devorse restrictionSusan died before they got the lividDhark Citi's the fortuessHavin trauma immortal forcesBring the all we gather, thru the fog on horses with wooded crotches[Chorus x2]
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