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Prophet Posse - Catch a Blast lyrics
Chorusx4 Step into this mass And you gon' catch a blast (T-Rock) We keep contact with coffin concealers Heavy narcotic dealers Who confescated spirits Leaving carcases as memorabilia Thats when I clutch your remainders of cash After receiving the papers of passion Insanity Guess thats my simple out-thinking it Caught no remorse that I felt in the past Leaving conceated niggas Face Guard Entrapped a man and the case was Delivering eternal residences In lyrical graveyards Niggas playhard I'm equipped with a safe-guard And admit that the danger Not a regret A resistant in domining legion Thats thought to deliver those souls Which tried to presented you Triple pain For your resistful blaims Now you a shrivled blade Stuck in the dungeons of the abysal plains Lyrical clips so aim Producing blood-red tonics Exorcising demonik My click is siccer-than Islamics With poetry Possess game I educate sicness I meditate victory And how my fame will escalate swiftly If correct moves Were made with valid timing Every individual with traits of poverty Would believe thats my dollars climbing... Chorusx4 (M-Child) Mackin' Child is who I be Never be facing this rector Controlling the inside our minds Reaching my point in my destiny Where it is said If I went through my bloodlines So come with me I come with you Are you coming into my place Ain't no time for fucking around I'm bound to stomp a hole in your face Playa-hater Some dummies went into my kitchen And rolled up a blunt I catch him Now come take a puff of this shit You could really blaze it like the sun My nigga pizz-off He did not believe I could be part of the Six's When I caught the green leprehcan You better believe that was 1 of my wishes If you niggas don't know you ain't heard I'm more than that nigga that is ready for Combat I'd watch my step if I were you When I'm coming there's no time to react Better have your whole masterplan set And I bet it won't work Cause I already figured you Loading up the shit Slip a mask on my face Nine in my pocket to do what I came to do We ridin' the streets With your punk-ass in the backseat The system is booming so niggas Cannot hear your ass get put to sleep When you niggas be thinking That I am your friend And you think you can bite our style Chop goes your body half into the myst When you fuckin' with Murderer Child... (Murderer Child repeats and fades) |
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