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outerspace - divine evil كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: chief kamachi]
f-cking kamach at your body’s [?], get your name
put on the bodylist, strictly by the homicide hobbyist
callow for cash, get your spirit, wanna model this
carefully you’re just a size and let the hollow sit
perfectly, and at norm, too bad you swallow it
sincerely from the m-ss one with the polly grip
clack you, with that cat, you in the alley sh-t
ridiculous bl–dy shirt and scriptions is what the [?] did
the nightlight bro, where the dark-skinned pipes blow
i’ll put your brains beyond what the skylights show
from trynna tame the beast and leave ’em slain in the streets
and put your actions in a gl-ss on a mantelpiece
i’ll put your body where mohammed and the camels sleep
silk stockings on my popping cause i’m a [?] freakful warrior
check out this funeral home [?] ya, my [?] in your kidneys taking [?]

[verse 2: crypt the warchild]
yo, it’s the gold medallist that can unfold this level, it’s irrelevant
mc’s battle, i’m too intelligent, my brain pack
more power than freight train tracks, insane cat
run sh-t like hall of fame backs
i got the speed of barry sanders when i carry handlers
i’m nailing rookies to a cross for having bad manners
my dad slammers a shot of tequila with no chaser
it’s in the blood, k!ller thriller like i’m joe frazier
or ali the greatest, my squad be couragious
i pray to god cause it hurt when we lost to the lakers
i’m just a street n-gga dropping it on beats quicker
i speak sl!cker in the booth and let the beats hit ya
i see pictures of your spirit, it crumbles
i sit back with chief like two lions, in the jungle
i’m firing bundles of grammar, [?] coaches
i k!ll your hype man, spit flames and then i lay low kid

[hook: outersp-ce]
we the reason djs still spinning the wax
and the reason b-boys still spin on their backs (us)
the real reason why this clean in their caps
and the reason real mcs love k!lling the track

[verse 3: planetary]
ey-yo i’m unbreakable bravehearted, equipped to slay target
tip [?] of gas and stray bullets to trademarket
i’m brainwashing, to the point where a stain’s [?]
must be [?] to reach your words, so lay on it
i hate nonsense, [?] spitting the flame garbage
watch i’ll go down in flames in plane’s c-ckpit
to pay hommage, or wind up like a slain hostage
one double your chest explodes to a strange object
the same profit, in a game for the same topic
i’ve been a drop for better days so imma reign constant
i’m on it for your platinum plaques, with a platinum axe
everything i spit is actual fact so [?]
kamach and sp-ce, y’all got beef, then cancel that
was thrown in [?] for the way i dismantle cats

[hook]

[outro: various scratches and samples overlap]
-outersp-ce-
-kamachi-
-bring the sk!lls back-
-you know we can’t lose-

- outerspace

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