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If King Mitus Had Enemies by N Sane & Dub DeVille
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This would definitely be our radio airplay single. Order of Spit: Dub DeVille, N Sane Beat = El Vaiven by Devize
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #7,242
Peak in subgenre #1,142
Author
N Sane & Dub DeVille
Uploaded
September 29, 2004
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MP3 2.7 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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(Dub DeVille) Tell me I'm seeing things Cause maybe I am Maybe my man plottin' schemes oN the deville This son of uncle sam Hunger is damned We're forced to feed the greed Eat with me of wine and bread Blood of jesus by his flesh Hunt with me the life thats left Humans pray on humans Pray to God the good we're all doing Using ruins to recycle useless Lifeless shoe prints It's one less step for mankind oNE more hand for the clock to count to Five four three two one We have begun to self-destrust Suicide is an option we all felt we'd trust We must seek some reason we've come See blood on my hands and I am.. Sleepless dreams of heathens grieving Reading at my wake but I'm not dead.. Have I lost it? What have I lost then? Why is this song read? Just walk right on me. But I'm not dead.. (Chorus) All these snakes in desguise Hate it when I look 'em straight in the eyes (N Sane) I amase men, leave em in amasement Nowadays it pays to be crazy or atleast to praise it They prayin to my face tellin me how they faithless These leeches is layin leavin me abrasions These ruthless blueprints of a new-bred nuisance Try to blossom my bloopers and loosen my loose-ends These two-bit stupid fooled kids in cahoots wit Groups that new a new set, make better music It all boils down to jealousy, spoils out the melody But I toiled for everything, it's the toll for better things You miserable bastards, inconsiderable saps and Pitiful jack asses can't stop my pivotal practice Of digital tactics, attack your minimal madness I maximize and leave you critical damage You're so asinine, my mind's spent Six, seven, eight, nine, ten (Chorus)
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