Dj Muggs - Sleeper Cell lyrics

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Dj Muggs - Sleeper Cell lyrics

[Intro] The ancient secret of war The key to creating hysteria [Verse 1] I was cut from the concrete cloth, self-taught The time is an illusion, reality is a thought You mothaf**as way off course Time to take it back to the source Back to the crack on the porch Pa** the torch Pa**port to the last resort First cla** blast me off Safari outfits, now we in Africa King Medallions in uproar My whole staff of ya, Allahu Akbar It's the suicide pa**engers We torch the conference, take the hoes hostage That's what you get for burning our homes and Allah's Mosques Dealing with math to form my God conscious I responses, and molotovs to ya office But n***as nowadays soft as bu*ter nut squashes My Palestinian prisoners is ready for warfare My new esé is the threat And for the U.S.A we got new AK's and jets from Brother Numpsay Loyal plus royal, big money from oil Fly Arabic, inherited a soil Elusive, f** cruising I'm going all out, shooting 40 inch chain-gang, bullet proof Kufis [Hook] King Medallions is as hard as hell Battle anybody, I don't care who you tell It's the sleeper cell [Verse 2] King Medallion is as hard as hell Battle anybody, I don't care who you tell I'll put you in the spot where nobody can smell Oh what the hell When n***as pop sh**, I pop clips You's a duplicate thug rap n***a that acts b**h I rock turbans and make moves like I'm rich My gang steady as f**, get ready to flip Rattle shields on battle fields cause clowns ain't equipped Yeah, fresh off the slave ship, these n***as is sick And man ya album ain't sh**, talking 'bout you flipping bricks You's a dick And dealing with a born terrorist From the 5-5-9-3-7-0-6 area It's the underground sound from Muggs They got these gold chain n***as in ya town wit d** From the Sahara, the Godbody saga continues for dollars You bare witness like Shahada, once I act violent It's like I'm spitting out razorblades wit long mileage Known for wiling Los Angeles to Long Island From Colorado to the Kaaba They say the kid slide as far back co*k s**a my sh**'s hotter I stay on excursions, pray on rugs that's Persian My whole life is dirt, divinity is my detergent [Hook] [Outro] The ancient secret of war The key to creating hysteria