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skitz - fingerprints of the gods كلمات الأغنية

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roots manuva

pen to tha paper i scream at the world
picky headed youth dont wear no jerry curl

in the heat of the summer
more time i trembled

the r’s for the rage
nuthin dont change, i’m picky from within

e’s for the energy
b’s for the 3-4 bounce that we count
second e’s for the era of this young hottie youth

l presents long term soildier stand firm
foundation flexin stretchin out the pound
i used to want the queens head
now i want the crown
its in my blood stream
sh-ts to hard to define
why, some get the vision an the rest tow the line
sleepwalkin floggin the horse thats done dead
p-ssin in the wind now p-ss drips down your leg
is you plum or is you pleb
dude its one an the same
one sh-t short now flush that pee brain
put ur hand on ur lips spell d-e-r
you wanna be, fartface
an me cant spar
like the, dooper i am i dont wanna cause friction
i hold my sp-ce an then i diss em wid the diction

nuff of them will fear this
its right now that they dont wish to hear this
simple forensic but they cant get near this
its fingerprints of god
g-o-d

life

keep em philosophical
my rap styles collasol to your brain

like a line of cocaine straight up your nostril
nowadays like aristotle
i send my message through da mic not in a bottle
a gifted mic disciple like an apostle
hip hops my life an hustle

lyric skils be the muscle
they be brand new like the heavies not old like some fossils
i meditate on bible scriptures
not p-rno pictures

i smoke sensi bud, green like the trees of eucalyptus
buffalo soldier from a rasta man army
i need hip hop to satisfy my soul like bob marley
wisdoms what i give them
flippin knowledge on the rhythm
if your talkin like a devil i’m performin exorcism
ill cause malice, smoke a chalice in buckingham palace
get the queen high, send her to wonder land like alice
cos i’m a dark stranger
not from a dirty sick chamber
cos a star burns above my head like jesus from a manger
lone ranger, i dont need a posse to follow

guided by a force similar to obi one ken-be
my backup be my sword i use it swift like zorro

walk the skies like luke an even chewbacca couldnt hold me
if ur a phoney, its lights out like james toni
an i’m confident like naseem hamed, so you dont know me
i walk in the shadows, i make you paro (paranoid)
my mind be narrow, i carry guns an laser bow an arrows

si-phillie

i be the bingee man come back from zion
wid the bag of sensimilila an da mic in da other hand
bounty killa on the rampage for reala
gonna make mad dough like my name was don miller
chancellor exchequer mic recka
? or sampras

you know i be top cl-ss
this one is a message from king salisse i
any p-ssy bwoy tess i dem bwoy gaan die

puppet master rasta bring forth disaster
eskimos be boppin to my sh-t in alaska
weak emcees be droppin out cos they have ta
convert n-gg-s i make em go see their pastor
power move makin
never fakin that jamaican
im from trinidad
when it comes to respect, i’m like ur dad
not a fake like alexander o neil
neva choppin off my locks like that n-gg- seal
the si philly hot tabasco chilli
n-gg-s suckin up my style like a nipple on a t-tty
im flippin lyrics when i’m not on the rob
so my surgical gloves protects the prints of the gods

skeleton

god all mighty what the devil (u star?)
wot the h-ll what on earth cha
what the bloodclaat

wat da r-ss hole blast hole ina di beast
im da blessin an da dammend an da famine an the feast
im a man ‘o’ war cos i was a man of peace

now i’m out for your neighbours like they name was annalise
speak from a snow capped peak to the abyss
im ugly as sin

an i’m da livin criss
im chilled in the field an the inner city hype
im the murderin theivin rapin type

im the heat, the light, the cold an the dark
im the silver back gorilla an the great white shark
im the poorest slum i’m the richest palace
the lyricist the herbalist and the gyaliss
i can get ya down an i can get you lifted
the giver an the gifted
the bima aint fiftied
shifted, gears i’m the tears an the laughter
the birth an the death an whatever there after
the kiss on the cheek an the kick ina de crotch
the fingerprints of god an every head’ll get touch

- skitz

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