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spanian syd – detestables كلمات اغاني

1st verse (spinner lad)
spinner rages
giving crims in cages
that sit in patience
inspiration to quit the wait
and then be prison breakers
convicted rapists lips inflated
from fists to faces
and wrists serrated
from shivs and razors
kept in hidden places
i live
in your bas_m_nt
and listen daily
to the things you’re saying
to your missus playing with your little babies
shrinks think im crazy
tell me i got a problem
i agree
but its not my logic
its the smell of dead bodies rotting
and tryna drop em off
while the copper dogs are watching
there’s no stopping
even if it is the red hottest option
coppers keep me entertained
when they try to interrogate
lying to convince me into sh_t id never say
i can see through them like cellophane
best reel out the yellow tape
cos you can’t hold me back
with no f_ckin pepper spray
im pressing play
once i reset the game
promise to press escape
a second late
and it probably would have went to waste
so dont test your fate
for heavens sake
you just better pray
like its the end of days
that i put my pen away
master of an artist
and ive only started crafting
darker than in caskets
at the bottom of the harbour
heartless like b_st_rd kids
with no father
after pastors f_ck them in their asses
when they finish scripture classes
these garbage rappers
are target practice
im laughing at ya
spanian pass the magnum
so i can blast these maggots
f_ck the charges
hook (spanian)
whatever’s done inside the dark
will come to light eventually
there’s a price to pay
if you wanna be respected in the streets
i’ve been detested for where i been
detested for what i seen
im been detested for my beliefs
and detested because i dream
so dont forget
even best friends are expecting your defeat
and the streets
will pray on you
the second that you fall asleep
thats why i keep staunch
and be cautious
im exhausted
its the stories
of the street authors

2nd verse (spanian)
you wanna know me personally
let me scratch the surface
i spray bodies
break hearts
and i wrap heads like turbans
i dont need a million fans
im happy with five servants
and im only satisfied
by hands on type murders
i’ll stab you with a couple things
and leave you dead in your breakfast
you never heard a f_cking thing
like congenital deafness
i got the skulls of kings
hanging off the end of my necklace
and before you speak
nah
ive already spoken with excellence
no this ain’t a personal thing
but its just that
i dont trust alot of c_nts
so stay the f_ck back
before i snap
and grab the pump back
off the gun rack
then you get the pa pa
like my mum’s dad
and any c_nt talking
will get left dead abused in corners
hold off to the coroners
the stench of bupe and horses
more blood on walls
than slavic war
retribution orders
i bend and i push through borders
i was sent with tools and orders
from dark lanes
that you dont walk
that’s where i proved them all less
i stab dogs
ask around
i f_cking ran a crew of ballers
im cold hearted in the heat
but i sweat from june to august
and tore it
and even more
i left you slammed
until you’re jawless
had you snapped back at the spine
your head reduced to quarters
what’s left is swollen
and floating dead in putrid waters
causing rigor mortis
of course
is what i tend to do to ballers
its hip hop
but im sticking it heavy metal
through your organs
hook (spanian)
whatever’s done inside the dark
will come to light eventually
there’s a price to pay
if you wanna be respected in the streets
i’ve been detested for where i been
detested for what i seen
im been detested for my beliefs
and detested because i dream
so dont forget
even best friends are expecting your defeat
and the streets
will pray on you
the second that you fall asleep
thats why i keep staunch
and be cautious
im exhausted
its the stories
of the street authors

- spanian syd

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