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Hip hop beats that strike like a Jedi
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#162,315 today
Peak #860
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Peak #486
Author
Grim The Pilgrim
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Grim The Pilgrim
Uploaded
March 25, 2003
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Lyrics
i beat up angels, i'm featherweight, heaven can wait
dedicate my life to denigrate i'm reppin the hate
step in the cage you wanna die? well it's never too late
get served in twenty ways i'll bring ya head on a plate
think you can take me? please, that's just ludicrous
grab a crucifix and shove it righyt through ya wrist
ya stupid, kid - i stay clenched like a buddha's fist
as i cut ya tongue send you to a tomb with a lisp
you'll get pissed from drinkin urine during tests that i'm doing
it's ya fuckin flesh that i chewing, and ya health? i think it's ruined
ya hand in mine, stand in line, fuck voluntary
twist ya arm for another shot of bloody mary
turning your life-support off turns me on
i been deaf since i was born i never heard of wrong
i murdered my doll, a boy scout tying a slipknot
one verse to live, i know i'm dying for hip hop
skin cut flesh cut drink blood next cut
wrist cut legs cut next comes a headbutt
if you get stuck roll ya sleeves and ya flesh up
replace ya adam's apple with a broken chestnut
skin cut flesh cut drink blood next cut
wrist cut legs cut next comes a headbutt
skin cut then what? best roll ya flesh up
let's get to work and leave them necks cut
from the side of the ring, they show the sign of the king
get ya arteries sliced up, i'm fighting to win
fuck a handshake, i'll punch this fool right in his chin
i'm a sacred ex-priest who fell in love with a sin
fists to faces, kiss the razors, cutting ya skin
get ya fucken gums removed son what's with the grin?
see me and knives go together like puppets and pins
call the paramedics get it it's time for tuckin you in
but the longer i think, the worse your body will stink
someone's wrist is being cut and there's blood in the sink
i could let you go, but i know what the demons will say
"the best thing in life is sleepin away"
so the best thing for me to do is make you eat a grenade
blow up your stillborn son, the womb and fetal remains
bleedin is great when your bleedin for hate, do what it takes,
if my time ain't now then believe me i'll wait
the rhythm is in me, they say my heart is a drum
hear the beat of life beating when i'm robbin a bum
i read the bible and it made me wanna slaughter a nun
father i've done so many things i sent god on the run
in conviction booths separatin fiction from truth
hangin eves from apple trees while kissin the fruit
reality is sharp things touching your skin
you can cut your heart and face and smile at the wind
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