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fedor emelianenko
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produced by freddie bruno
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Illtripp's last few songs.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #2,075
Peak in subgenre #79
Author
illtripp/freddie bruno
Uploaded
November 05, 2006
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MP3 2.5 MB 128 kbps 2:43
Story behind the song
Fedor is the baddest man on the planet.
Lyrics
Fedor Emelianenko I done ran out of last chances, fast glances At the lasting romance of last dances After death, then comes the judgment Pass your last breath, then comes the judgment Act right, act like, your works can save you That’s right, last night, the hurt that gave you You can question your whole reason for life Question my soul for believing in light The blessing I hold is in receiving the Christ But I’ll never match your Jesus piece Your thesis please, context believe this beast Since his preaching ceased, inherited the title The mastadon of rap, from my one and only rival Marvel at my wish list and revel in my survival Dear Rueben, please come and crush these idols Trust the bible, living word plus arrival Completion, inherit the covenant Cover it in the blood for the beloved its Visually graphic, and more rapidly a habit For me to take a song, grab it and rap it Magically map it write it and track it Attack it with words and physically smack it Rap my verse and then vocally back it Thirty years from now, you’ll call it a classic The heavyweight champ, chomping at the bit Stalking a hit, I’m talking that’s it They way I’m walking, y’all better submit Arm bar your whole crew, I’m making you quit You got the belt then I’m taking it quick Relating a bit to the struggle of life We all go thru trouble, trouble is right Consequences actions we double the fight Juggle the light with our personal darkness Market our heartless desire to spark it Call it love and copy the carbon Call me a thug, but I’m copping a pardon Shooting the slang, you say I’m talking the jargon Starving for grace seeking the kingdom You got a challenger, you aint beating the kingdom So I honor the savior, and call him the king With the songs I sing and the offering I bring Lion of Judah, Christ the conquering king Every knee will bow, every tongue confess I suggest it’s better before your death The afterlife, life after breath I rely on grace I rely on faith To take to me to this heaven, take me to this place So finally I can see clearly, after seeking God’s face
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