Текст песни Dope D.O.D. - Real Gods (feat. Simon Roofless)

Жанр: Hip-Hop / Dubstep / Hardcore Rap
Исполнитель: Dope D.O.D.
Альбом: Branded
Длительность: 03:26
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Real Godz [Jay Reaper] The real gods my style close to the catastrophe Fuckin with Dope D.O.D. is straight a blast from me Get your guns of my bitches grab your tites To Let its go down,this is liberty city Got the creedy its comedy,than committed to the action And this is just a dream,I'm a Holographic black man But still pill in after what you in your place plapoly Dope D.O.D. you want win like a plathory Heads aint ready for the besom clear one Pay some like paradata the mic is my speargun Niggaz is slackin all day i been slopenom Spit it in slowmotion they must be an opium Its hopeless son and don't matter what the press say Your skillz got killed like spliffs in my eyes trey any day enough get per as to what? we say I just play my ways I'm a born of a new age [Skits Vicious] Yeah Dope D.O.D. Goldminerz [Jay Reaper] Real Gods Nigga [Simon Roofless] I watch want sit warship without sacrifice a silling You got explains blowed behind from a chicken you are the mean dean aint warth a fig and Apocalypto fillig your village you are the only man It aint wine dont miss it viking Right horses with armor use the dark forces Pirate with fly resources with the space oxygens All make face blood in the veins of every race All over Earth in every ways My delay place when i speak its like lays Plants the Earth with fire I wanna waves You populate the hardcore MC you soft like ''lays'' You can't handle Roofless and Dope You do With Simon pumped master of your throat Use the camoro twist you up like rope God stuck on your planet cause my spaceship broke [Skits Vicious] Welcome to sin city where sin is get busy Evil resident resident shity evanescence I killed echi Im a real creedy open avalanche When I carefully council the evidence And Its ever did, whos the real gods i rob my salad fingers at crabs rusty still pose We take trips,fly in spaceships You aint shit bitch,but a child of a metrics I steal your path for some doodle die dissection And add your dad to my voodoo doll collection My hooks on chains tell a proof I'm your intencens The room of remains needs a group of four forensics Since the system labels human being You can call me barbaric like an ancient european Bring the action my reign is symbolic Eyes of the dragon with rams bugs and gulic We get flammable friction to pussy walls And claim roofs in the shitman when doody call Their's a million MC's do earvana cape Dope D.O.D. is in your town time to evacuate
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