Red Skull - Old Harry's Choir lyrics

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Red Skull - Old Harry's Choir lyrics

[VERSE 1] Hardcore, impulsive, raw Ghetto sonata's You are now, in-tuned with my trauma Through that treble, check levels And then go rewind this Revving up our mind's are free Forgettin' the devil reminds us Men of honor, that'll march as cold As some Ugandan rebels with lamas I remember my momma told me Mijo, no sejas como eso titere's En la escina, vendiendo c**aina Pero yo lo hice mal un ‘Til I seen her cara This pain inside'll, still Swell like a clot's in my superior vena cava See this saga ends, where it all begun- So be cautious sir, or it's costing ya Paid my dues ask the auditors I'm setting the theme, by deading ya dreams Send'em to heaven by spreading his wings (And) While that fat lady sings, I'm conducting the orchestra What's with this hatred? b**hes Switch ya face, you should be gracious Hit the breaks My hunger is great, and I hung with some greats No chilling occasions Flow is diligent suasion, like signs concealed by the Masons Like minds, feel and embrace this My time, witness it hastens [HOOK] PENDING! [VERSE 2] Dreams of success The j**elry, Lex' & The women I'll s** Stripping, giving me neck Warped on Ritalin and liquor Mixed with some X Predicting da strenuous stress & Ripple effects, I'm willing to bet You n***as could never project The vigorous feeling, it's chilliing when winning is less Beset by these liars and snakes Smiling so fake, who stab in yo back and twist the knife While looking you right in ya face (Hi!) (He he he…) Laughing while they plotting on ya Holding my tongue, that's not in my persona I'll try, & hak-spit on ya Been hot since Slaughter, and gotten warmer Now the top performers, get dropped Brooklyn thinks I'm out of pocket Going for Mr. Wallace's spot like Roethlisberger My stock's in order, I'm locked and loaded On Loch Ness mode and, with God's Son's aura Like Andre Young's anti-psychotics Now I am just what the doctor ordered (haaaanh?) My mind's eerie, not nearly enough sane When I think of my happy place The walls are covered with blood stains f** off, the level of pain I deal with's more real Than I'll ever say I feel Uh, my fate is sealed I pray that I'm safe in hell