Текст песни 60 Second Assassin - Bring Back The Mic

[60 Second Assassin]
Create my flow
60 Sec
Now let's move the intro duct
Guard ya shit
My maze get under ya skin, beneath ya surface with aim
Hurt his, black, livel actin
The act, the opposite of a fact is a fake
In depth, waitin on is arixec, disease
I tie knots in niggas legs and make knees
John James Brown said Please, please, take my hand
Yours flow, your style has now been burried in burns land
With the Arch Angel, Seventh the Land
And a voice from the temple ordered to form the ground
Sand, the Hell, twight pore the bells upon rivers
Problems rebel, now let us reglow, upon the waters
into they become blood
So is blood under the sun?
You better go speak to the nun
Before he become priest thru the assassin's elite
Bringin agony and agony to niggas feet
Who swivel what war? Learn to speak
While I get in the circus for hundred and 43 thousand peeps
Like I said my flow goes beyond and under the deep
There's no peace without war
So shall I beat the meat, you obsalete, bringin destruction to his peep
Rollin is the deep in the night, my trife is the
Killah Priest
A Prodigal Sunn who sits in the northwest corner of the right
By dawns early light
You who cover the slummin of the 360 degrees sight
The allegic, who done takin rap beyond the testaments
With this advancemiss
I dial up anyone who second changin this
Style be ransom in this

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