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snacky chan – vengeance كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: jus allah]
this ain’t rhymes, its evil command
from the demon you’ll see again
when you’re asleep in the sands
i’m all action, speak with my hands, crack a tree branch
allah elevate to the peak of advance
each line meditates so deep it’s a trance
if i told you to hang yourself, you’d leap at the chance
when you hear jus allah, it’s not a reason to dance
what you see is enhanced, what you believe in expands
this is serious sh-t, it’s the eeriest lift
there’s no aim, i just hate whatever i hit
natural god, master in charge, battle the odds
never stray far from the path of allah’s
you made up, slapped together and taped up
you fake f-cks lay face up or you shape up
soon as i spit it out, n-ggas wake up, epiphany
black wizardry. god lacks mystery. god lags misery
even if i have to k!ll every d-mn devil in h-ll to get to victory

[verse 2: gza]
you wanna try me, be worn and torn
step forward, i’ll get on and start to born
a puppet, self explanatory rap
make a sucker mc like you clap
your motherf-cking hands, while you clap ya sound’s intact
you react like an infant responds to similac
but then again, it could have been enfamil
but for your information the sh-t is real
mc’s wonder what’s hip-hop thunder
tell you the truth it’s just one nation under
a groove, getting down for the f-ck of it
like fred sanford in the business for the junk of it
when i’m premitted to break down a poem
i’m like knotty hair rippin’ out t–th from a comb

[verse 3: bomshot]
[?]
[?] chakras [?]
[?]
[?] realize that this is vengeance

[verse 4: snacky chan]
yo, yo
it’s no illusion
what i showed the pope confused him
my bread turn the blood as a two communion
consumed in
armageddon, see the signs loomin’
lover get ya k!lled, leave ya lives ruined
i’m tuned in
to conversations with the gods
it’s chan, gza from wu tang, bom and jus allah (what)
vengeance, what i’m after
the final chapter
like a chinese fl!ck, and you k!lled my master
one hit from the weed pipe
my guarantee this is the year rappers can’t eat right
i speak tight
slang inspired by street life
and everyone who rhyme can’t rap on the beat right
i got every reason to bust cats
on these priest like p-ssies, grabbin’ kids by they n-ts-cks
i’m crazy
rap’s genghis khan
my heron froze the bomb
when injected in ya forearm

- snacky chan

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