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j.real hip hop - monkeyskullz / dexterisdead! كلمات الأغنية

[part 1: monkeyskullz]

[monkey sounds]

verse 1

splash a bit more black on that canvas; black out that campus with a look/
this big book, a can of gas & matches; match one with the rook/
chess masters! a rook is planted atop a statue/
rookies staring like my stature is that of a gargantuan/
my black leather jacket is plastered with insignia patches/
that broadcast my clan, if you byp-ssed what i’m branded with/
i hand a fifth of the elixer to the pastor- oops, the bishop/
takes a sip to grant my wishes, which the witches i’m with wimp fa’!/
‘b-tches brew’ for real, i’ve got the wand to mix & whip em’!/
pimp em’: i’m who they slit they wrist, wet they’re slits & twist their nips fa’!/
popping p-ssy like a pimple, but tonight, i’ve got em’/
lifting crosses, reading scriptures, speaking latin, drawing symbols/
but sh-t, they need to do it quicker while the mist is sittin’/
i’m getting p-ssed! the moon has risen and/
you’re the only virgin on campus boo, so what’s with the resistance?/
pop this pill, get smitten & give in to a n-gga’s mysticism/

hook

don’t die! don’t sleep! don’t move!/
keep your mouth quiet! don’t breathe! don’t do nothing!/
outside, there’s a beast on the move!/
and he might try you! he’ll just collect another skull!/

he’ll just collect another skull!/

keep your mouth quiet!/

verse 2

oh, and did i mention we gon’ tap into the 5th dimension?/
get it trippy in a minute with your body as the entrance/
my little temptress, looking sweet as lilith/
our intentions isn’t just to k!ll you for some sh-t & giggles, little one/
wish i didn’t have to slay you, but we’re here to bring deliverance/
to the thing i pray to, and make you the host it lives in/
now stop trying to wriggle away, remember what we’re playing/
chess; not checkers! check yourself before the reckoning!/
just look at this as your initiation!/
morbidly being sorted into a sorority orbiting another plain/
the greatest trick the devil ever played is making the world think/
that he was the only one, nah uh, there’s other beings!/
i bet when you met me in cl-ss, all crushy/
you were thinking more edward cullen and not leader of a coven, right?/
well listen honey, i still grabbed you at twilight/
the only difference is, i’m not the one craving to take a bite!/

hook

verse 3

the fire’s got your eyes all runny/
what we’re reciting’s got the skies all thundering/
we’re here to bring forth the king piece, by making sp-ce for our lord/
with the night in play, we move to place the queen upon the board/
p-ssed out, fully naked, -ss pressed against the cross/
the girls surround you moaning, getting off to our latest p-wn/
so pretty, sweat dripping from your t-tties/
cut myself, then touch myself, to that superst-tious kitty/
something inside you’s stirring, i can hear it growling, waking up/
and so are you, horrified that something live is in your gut/
then it hits you, moved straight into the womb!/
you hang there shocked, as your mood soon begins to sooth/
boom! your eyes thrust open as you begin to come/
ferociously! you’re filled with joy; you now bare a son/
embracing darkness, the girl we once knew has died/
we cut you down from the crucifix; welcome to the tribe/

hook

[bill paxton’s speech from ‘frailty’]

[part 2: dexterisdead!]

verse 1

me & dex used to sit around contemplating sh-t for hours/
letting clocks tick like parasites as we mapped sh-t out & plotted/
never in a million did i think that it’d go sour/
with me spitting out a eulogy in front a room that’s crowdless/
now, since the day we met, he’s always had this prowess/
that could waken up the g in men, and shrink away a coward/
so what i find especially funny about this now is/
how when he’s gone for good, these f-ckers put on fake bravados!/
nah yo, n-gga, i see through that sh-t just like a jewel case/
the same kind we used when we were putting out the sp-ce tape/
the sp-ce tape! this is the sp-ce tape, n-gga!/
if i remember correctly, that’s still walter’s fav tape/
back when i said i’ll rip rappers open “like reynolds’ wrapping”/
now i’m more like, the god d-mn christmas dragon, slashing/
solid gold talons after any object laid down by santa or the jam master/
gasping fire, tail slamming, wings flapping, f-cker!/
but in his last days, i started to notices changes/
that would make pac lock himself in a hyperbolic chamber/
it wasn’t just the haircut or aggression in his phrases/
or the way he laughed when taboos came up in conversations/
it was one of those subtle clues like when your roommate tells you/
he has a whole other consciousness surfacing in his f-cking head/
that being said, i think the reason dexter’s dead/
is the same reason we ended up with this new guy instead/
i don’t know much about him, why he’s here or where he’s been/
i just know this new character where’s the face of my best friend/
i can’t say what happened that night, or what dex said to rby/
but i do know one thing…jck rby k!lled him/

and it was all good just a week ago/

- j real hip hop

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