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mission infect - the getaway كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: dio]
holy diver
you’ve been down too long in the midnight sea
o_o_oh, what’s becoming of me?
ride the tiger
you can see his stripes but you know he’s clean
o_o_oh, don’t you see what i mean?
gotta get away
holy diver, yeah

[verse 1: durte]
skinny dude, six_one, about a buck_nine_five
m_ffin top around his six pack, my beer gut hides
but fit enough to jump whenever all these f_cks get live
they getting one_upped like mushrooms that’s green and white
intend to get where i’m going, rep where i came from
shoulder presses is the only way i weigh up
i ain’t no quitter, just ask my liver what pain does
built a tolerance so there ain’t nothing i’m afraid of
i take the blame and the pay cuz i don’t pass the buck
these peanut allergy f_ckboys can’t have the nuts
so white flags go up cuz they can’t hang with us
it’s trouble when we bubble, these motherf_ckers is backing up
from the holy geyser, with the flow so hot that it’s only steel
and there’s no survivors whenever you get durte on a wess nyle beat
[bridge: dio]
gotta get away, get away
gotta get away, get away, yeah

[verse 2: dubbs]
yah, yah
chubby dude, five_ten, a couple bills, plus some
quick to k!ll it, they don’t feel it on the real, f_ck ’em
let nothing stop me, i grind if the road is rocky
couldn’t put me in a box even if you could photoshop me
i’m probably at the top of my game and now i’m infect
and if you misstep, bet they’re getting chin_checked
b_tch, i’ve been the problem, you ignored it like your own sh_t
now i’m just the dude that your woman is going home with
oh sh_t, step into the booth and leave it toasted
can’t tell me nothing mu’f_cker, i’m a grown kid
knocking out these rappers, hit ’em with a closed fist
i’m f_ckwitable, i know you already noticed
so i’m going higher to a brand new height that they just can’t reach
and i blow your mind, ah, when i wild out with durte on a wess nyle beat
[bridge: dio]
gotta get away, get away
gotta get away, get away, yeah

[verse 3: saint sinna]
skinny dude, five_eleven, about a buck_seven_two
a southpaw swinging, every punchline beheading you
step up f_cks, best duck, yeah, that’s a better move
rock a haters world harder than a five_pound edible
we pure dope, you better get your hypodermics
put your head to the speaker and overdose they mind on purpose
christ like on the mic, the rhymes define my purpose
been sending victims synonyms for so long i slide with serpents
you can see my stops of where and when i had the th_rns
as i descend back to earth reborn, no, that’s not a metaphor
bless the h_rns affixed, sent to warn ya to do this
7th seal was broken and we out to find a better score
a holy diver with a blunt that’s so thick that the world can’t feed
we some old macgyver’s that just made a nuke out a wess nyle beat
[bridge: dio]
gotta get away, get away
gotta get away, get away, yeah

- mission infect

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