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ra the sun god - astral god كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: astral jack]
tap into my mental you ain’t ever coming back
that’s word to ya mother, little brother got a strap
and he aiming at ya, banging at ya, moment you react
counting sheep, they fell asleep, they cannot keep up with my -ss
so to speak, you know derrice ain’t known to beef, but hold it, he don noticed, all the bogus, i ain’t slowing down, i’m smoking, all the posers, show is over
que the locust, and the waves crashing
the earth is quaking, buildings shaking astral bring the rapture
and i am not a rapper, i’ma maverick with a p-ssion, ashing dutches in the bucket that i’m kicking when i’m p-ssing, n-ggas talking all that sh-t but never really bring the action, you can pull up with ya bullies, i’m meet em with a bullet, i don’t even got a glock, but i don’t even gotta pull it
i got hittas, they my n-ggas feel like silver back gorilla
typhoid to salmonella illest k!lla in ya villa..
still a peaceful type of n-gga but today might reconsider

[ verse 2: ra the sun god]
sun god aka the phantom of the opera
chain got the drip make you sit like inuyasha
i’m sipping at my casa prolly smoke a cucaracha
trying to spit it like sriracha so get the boy some agua
need the cat like sagwa who gonna handle it for papa
never worry about mañana as i munch on her tostada
got the green like ensalada never worry about nada
just kicking more rips more chilling with ya mama
never been a stoner so its all confidence cologne
then they try to take his rhymes and scribble just what he wrote
i’m sick of simple b-tches really acting like they really woke
b-tch you never been a stoner so don’t try and rock the boat
hand to god like maradona b-tch you better float
sipping on corona, y’all be drinking yellow snow
tripping off a boulder need to shoulder over shows
now i’m getting older and need a soda when i pour
course the world is colder need composure to evoke
test your trigger finger little k!ller you a joke
pockets getting bigger check the figure you could owe
is it strange if i’m really aiming for his throat
try to hide the body got and dump it in a moat
in time i test my soul start to feel it getting bold
jeff hardy flow deep inside with groups in the barrio goons around the coup zigg zagging like im wario
better grip rosario and never skipping cardio
ra coming for the kid masked up like sicario

[ verse 3: astral jack & ra the sun god]
self destructive custom steady busting though the audio
popping shrooms and peaches like a mother f-cker mario
prolly got them sn0bby when they pondering the pot of gold
drop top onslaught screaming like geronimo
astral jack and xaviii, ra the god the ones who got them broke
told them test the legion theyll be leaving bye so adios
b-tch

- ra the sun god

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