| Stop
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| It’s time
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| I’m tied up in the basement, blindfolded by nine soldiers
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| With rare paintings and fine sculptures
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| They spoke blatant, their nine’s loaded
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| They put a gat to the back of the blind poet
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| I want to cry but I try and hold it, one of them notice
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| Crack me over the skull with a crime motive
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| They made a toast to my death, I rose to my feet
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| With the heat close to my flesh
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| May I say these last words to my enemies passing the Earth?
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| Laughing at my passion and merge, «Ok, kill me if y’all wanna»
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| Slay me and never play the corner, cold winters
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| You’re all goners, tell your mamma call the coroners
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| You get me, and God gets you, it makes sense, don’t it?
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| In the heat of the moment
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| In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
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| The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
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| You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
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| In the heat of the moment, y’all know the deal
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| In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
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| The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
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| You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
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| In the heat of the moment, y’all know the deal
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| After the sunshine there’s rain, after the laughter there’s pain
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| After my chapter there’s flames
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| After the rapture the master shall reign
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| Shockwaves blacken the terrain, and man looks strange
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| Open the book, see I’m king, read my name, and see thy wings
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| Believe I changed, I went with the horse, slept at the pastor’s door
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| Heard the whispers through my enemy’s walls
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| Rode the elevator to the thirteenth floor
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| Console with Gandhi, since God placed his hands upon me
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| I rose up commanding the army, demanding my laundry
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| Talk to monks, holding a pump
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| Y’all niggas wanna roll, what y’all want?
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| Shout at Satan, shout at the pagans
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| Cats waving, one of the brave men; |
| Priest
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| In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
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| The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
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| You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
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| In the heat of the moment, y’all know the deal
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| In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
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| The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
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| You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
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| In the heat of the moment, y’all know the deal
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| I know somewhere my assassins await
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| Setting traps at my place
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| Phones tapped, all my actions are traced
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| I lay back strapped at the waist
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| Who’s this bitch with a match in my face
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| I don’t know, «Don't smoke 'em, thank you»
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| Slipped something in my drink with an ice cube
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| Nice move, bright jewels, she’s with this white dude
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| She said «I like you, I’m in the right mood,»
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| And she comes with a price too, but as the night grew
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| She saw the black heart, the Archangel Michael
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| My gats spark vital, her arms show track marks
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| Close the rival (Priesthood)
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| In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
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| The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
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| You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
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| In the heat of the moment, y’all know the deal
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| In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
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| The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
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| You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
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| In the heat of the moment, y’all know the deal
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| In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
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| The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
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| You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
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| In the heat of the moment, y’all know the deal
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| In the heat of the moment, my enemies feel
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| The heat from my chrome kick, I can’t sell
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| You hit an opponent, the shit gets real
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| In the heat of the moment
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| Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you
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| Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you
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| Priest is going to get you, Priest is going to get you |