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wombat x emcee raj - lions den كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
the question everybody wants to know is
why’d they get this n_gga started?
tupac, rather makaveli, was not available for comment but released this statement
“it’s not about east or west, it’s about n_ggas and b_tches, power and money, riders and punks
which side are you on?

[verse 1: wombat]
yeah, welcome to the lions’ den
we’re all f_cking up our lives again
so many deceitful and spiteful people, it’s tiring
gotta protect my pride, i’m frontlining, i’m firing
i’ll lay down my life before i decide i’m retiring
the doctors wanna prescribe me meds but i decline it
cuz i know it” fry my head
i’m already a psycho so why the f_ck would i try it then?
suicidal and psychotic, my mind’s a mess
i’m depressed but i try my best
i could see the snake in their iris, they think i’m blinded by life
but just look me in the eyes while you’re lying
and then look me in the eyes again
’cause i can tell who’s real and i can also tell who the f_ck is pretending
i’m telepathic, i’ll read your mind and figure out all the lies that lie up inside your head
i don’t want my mum to see me fried again
i don’t wanna see my mother cry again
i wanna be cryogenically frozen in ice to forget my life of stress
[verse 2: emcee raj]
king of the jungle up in the lions’ den
fightin a war with god in a storm of pain like poseidon did
flying higher than hang gliders, jumping off of the side of cliffs
i’ve been suicidal in a cycle like mic righteous is
i might just flip, every second second my whole life could skitz
i’m alfred hitchock writing these pyscho lines up inside the script
life’s a b_tch, she a dirty trick so i tell her suck on it
i ain’t got a nut or a f_ck to give, that sl_t’s a succubus
feel like i’m on sunken ship, f_ck no i ain’t jumping in
cuz wombat’s been the captain of rapping so we ain’t done with it
thumbing through these thousands, run the ball never fumble it
i’ve come a long way from dressing bummy up where the slums are grim
i grew up scummy, selling them packets to addicts stumbling
stuttering and mumbling, i barely was understanding them
popping bottles of valium, hennessy in my hand again
carrying all of this baggage, i never needed a hand with it

[interlude]
these n_ggas is still f_cking talking?
you n_ggas still breathing?
f_cking roaches
aight

[verse 3: wombat]
welcome to the lions’den, dropping bombs like a fighter pilot jet in the sky
while i try to fix up my life, i macgyver it
they ain’t even listening to the lies or the rhymes i said
open up your third eye, decipher it, let’s try again
every second ticking i’m just thinking of my time of death
every minute and millisecond divided and dissecting
i’m _n_lysing it, up all night again tireless
imagine if i quit rapping, didn’t write this sh_t
the thought of me retiring would be like seeing tobey maguire stuck in a spider web
or even seeing poseidon struggling to find his breath
i digress, i’m the nicest i’m not a rapper ma, i’m a scientist
fl studio pirated
racked a mic from jb hi_fi, now we styling
it’s wonbat, repping for the island
postcode 7010 and i’ll die for it
[verse 4: emcee raj]
said i’ll die for this, hip hop’s in my veins, i cut and slice the sh_t
and grab a knife and stick it in your windpipe if you try to spit and lie in it
rappers lay their beds then go and die in it
i’m bright as skies with celsius rising, my light is shining in
diamond in the dirt is discovered in every rhyme i spit
you rappers need a cap to disguise the fact that you’re lying, kids
i live the life you write about, truth is i could’ve die from it
you’re throwing shade but i ain’t ever capping like a writer p_ssed
sat in solitary confinement like rhyme asylum did
isolated, pacing my cell sjharpening these knives and shivs
i prayed to god inside a cell, “get out this life of sin”
but i’m f_cking h_ll so f_cking h_ll i might just die in it
oh well f_ck it, i guess i must be the black sheep
spitting death, i know what it tastes like because of batski
wheel of death, russian roulette, gun to my back t__th
cl!ck clack pow, and i’m back from the dead for match 3

- wombat x emcee raj

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