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reel wolf - ghost pack كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: seen b]
the sinister minister with a glass of vinegar
full like the night moon, i pour it on christ’s wounds
roll through like a typhoon, draw guns against high noon
it’s the old school k!ller coming through like a samurai
my brain is like some eggs that they put on a pan to fry
back in the ao where war was for yayo
a hot mess, i don’t wear a vest to get shot less
just put it on to remain strong when the gods test

[verse 2: swann]
i’m in my dark days, reality isn’t really my tight frame
i aim with precise flames and came with a type strange
mental in the physical form, see me, i write things
to keep me in a state wherе my mind always enlightened
patiеnce is a virtue, never had antic_p_tion
smack the sense out your intelligence, leave a rotten fragrance
got no patience anymore, i’m old, harder than the pavement
silverback gorilla, chest bangin’, rappin’ ill arrangements

[verse 3: resin]
i’d like to welcome you to what i like to call my dark place
all these dark days, got me staring at my scarred face
slipping out on every single thing that my heart hates
’cause heaven and h_ll are in the middle of an arms race
lost in sp_ce so just listen as the song plays
why you think i keep a pistol inside a cigar case?
’cause i should be dead, i think they mixed up the wrong dates
there’s something in the shadows, said evil comes in all shapes
[verse 4: d.o.v]
the most merciful, push the record back, watch it reverse the flow
demonic rhythms entrap my body so now i’m murkin’ you
king david, i reside where the saints live
snakes give reason to your body on the pavement
leakin’ on the street like a leaf up on the beat
i’m a leopard in this jungle and this leopard’s gotta eat
it’s a feast on y’all weakhearted mcs
watch as i reduce you to fragments between my t__th

[verse 5: shallow pockets]
starmaster k!llin’ these broadcasters
iller than car crashes, literally cause madness
if i said you was dope, i was sarcastic
talk magic real slow, just walk backwards
the worst happens in these dark caverns
leave you in the log cabin with the cops askin’
i’m goin’ global, blowin’ like chern0byl
have you torn apart, yo, the world is just a circle

[verse 6: marcus paris]
grindin’ for the paper, i’m convinced there ain’t no right way
teams on the corner with the thang loaded for christ’s sake
flashbacks on the block about my pops and what he might say
my homie doin’ time, i should probably send a kite today
i think i need a mic, lord knows i ain’t sleepin’ right
whenever i close my eyes, i’m dreamin’ of both extremes at night
so high, i probably shouldn’t take my flight
probably in h_ll’s kitchen before knockin’ on the gates of christ
[verse 7: sars k_ma]
catch me on a trip, i’m a sp_ce cadet, spun like eight cassettes handle my heat careful, never break a sweat
and i don’t even pay respects
a time thief, you’ll find me if you take a sec
lift off when the rocket launch
i keep time on my side like a pocket watch
an old dodge, the way the whole block is shot
it’s reel wolf when it’s dog eat dog

[verse 8: c.rae]
these people are p_ssy, don’t push me, put you in a body bag
c_ckin’ back the obelisk as bodies spread across the plaza
torn apart in darkness, a martyr, i hear the sirens call
violence and titans, rifles ride with me, i’ll write it off
fully wrapped, remember me, the syndicate will ride at dawn
survived the trauma, life i lived, i’m lucky to be alive at all
invited to this life, i leave your city like a ghost town
hang you from the gallows, friends in front of the whole crowd

[verse 9: primal]
see as the clock strikes midnight i’m howlin’ at the moon
prowlin’ around the mountaintop where the ground is strewn
with the bones of the victims of this magical captivity
siphonin’ vitality since classical antiquity
livin’ in perpetuity, i outrank the trinity
thanks to this backwood, the sacrosanct activity
a covenant writ in blood forever and sworn in tongues
but i will never remember whenever the morning comes
[verse 10: brawnz]
i got the muscle, let me know where the tussle’s at
steamroller hands and i’m laying you suckers flat
i’m from the era where n0body was cut slack
and you were only shook if you were holding a rumble pak nowadays rappers should be covered in bubble wrap
these p_ssies run for cover at the sound of a thunderclap
i line ’em up and cut ’em down like a lumberjack
it’s go time and i ain’t holding nothing back

[verse 11: mersinary]
do you smell what the rock is cookin’ on the corner?
death lingerin’ in the air, that’s the aroma, high school grad, got their diploma
same time a junkie od in a tacoma, live life like a stoner waking up from a coma
parasites get undetected so watch how you move
getting boxed up for your ice and i ain’t talking about cubes concentrate on the mission, play my position
make you b_tch out ’til you start to transition
leave you brain dead in critical condition

- reel wolf

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