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king meta - big bang كلمات الأغنية

all i do is puff louder noise
my jowls conjoined to the microphone with pounds of voice
the p.o.w.s (prisoners of war) deployed, elites get they crowns destroyed
fresher than meta? better check, ya smell like sour soy, uh
b-tches is barkin, n-ggas stay in the dark
the liquor playin a part when k!llas sprayin the carbines
the p-ssy’s lips couldn’t spit nothin but clap trap
f-ckin around with crack and smack, nothin under the snapback
it’s poison when i turn this poise on, this boy’s armed
and long-legged, not regular ploys dawg
the women tell me they want it so d em, soy sauce
givin the thizz to kids, the additives’ll let them toys off
call dr. phill, oh sophie, my philosophy
is cops’ll keep abusin us until we choose the prophecy
livin in auchswitz, we about to clip these n-z-s, see
we live in the bigger picture, ain’t no hitler finna stop me g

(hook):
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keepin it goin, till the break of dawn and
hopin in don’t all end in explosion
and if it does, know we won’t be frozen
the ocean’ll swallow the world with no moses
or noah, the flow hits hard as c0ke sniffed through a boa
constrictor’s d-cks, existence in a coma
a man-made supernova, buddha knows the
reset b-tton’ll leave us one with the protozoa
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overflower, underachievers when i puff the reefer
f-ck with me ya catch the paws, i got jungle fever
up in beaver up until my last second
the -ss-end of the track’s wrecked in zack’s essence, act ended
but just beginnin with the power of now
devour the crowd, and spit em out for stickin around
i’m stickin the presence in my message, if i feel it i’m down
not d-ckin around, like mist in a cloud, i’m p-ssin it out
ya chick in the foul, but i ain’t takin shots at you
ya dear got the long neck like an ostrich do
ya boy got the bomb ses, you can cop for 2
the buckets been kicked, so pick up the mop and move
we gotta drop religion to see the composition
of quantum physics, its not magicians, but gods within us
the obstetricians born in apocalypses
so stop the b-tchin and watch the hidden, so we can see it flowin

ancient knowledge, restin in brains that never made it college
with faith in the father, they may have forgotten
we need the unity to truly see the hatred demolished
the face of the goddess’ll show us the way so pay homage
we little specs in this molecular world
ready to flush it all away and watch the nebula swirl
chasin the clam but manage to keep forgettin the pearl, (f-cked up the flow on this bar but its just a demo)
we all carbon, whether its the dreads or the curls
see, nothin can stop us when we mergin as one
the burners, the drugs, the aliens, the earth and the sun
the microphone, the microwave, the righteous purpose of love
and when its gone we all hop in the he-rs- and its done
this evolution from tadpoles we ask for
is only available through the light in our sad souls
we can’t achieve it if we keepin our traps closed
cuz all we need bleeds from the peace in the black holes

- king meta

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