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Madchild – Prefontaine lyrics

[Verse 1]

Yo I’m going Prefontaine on you hoes
Mad dope like putting cocaine up your nose yeah
Those that oppose get slain I suppose yeah
Mad Child spit acid rain on you hoes

Gladiator on the battle brink
You’re better off french-kissing with a rattlesnake
Fuck with Mad Child, that’ll be a bad mistake
Tell me how much torture can a little fucking savage take

[Verse 1]

I’ll go fishing and I catch a fucking rapper like a manta ray
Then slice his motherfucking throat with a katana blade
Rappers bugging me, I turn into a can of Raid
You are not a candidate, eat you like a candy cane
Veins are full of antifreeze, call me Candy Man
Three times, holding tools like I’m a fucking handyman
Rhymes are sweet, get delivered like a candy-gram
Fuck these pussy rappers up like porno on a handycam
I’m the Lawnmower Man, powerfully electric with an ongoing plan
I was crazy now a calm lowly man, yeah right, I’m a lunatic with bombs blowing land

[Hook]

I’m going Prefontaine on you hoes
Mad dope like putting cocaine up your nose yeah
Those that oppose get slain I suppose yeah
Mad Child spit acid rain on you hoes

Gladiator on the battle brink
You’re better off french-kissing with a rattlesnake
Fuck with Mad Child, that’ll be a bad mistake
Tell me how much torture can a little fucking savage take

[Verse 2]

Won’t hear me complain, I am free from pain
I am running fucking shit like Prefontaine
Words spreading like they’re viral, now watch them spiral
Right into your brain until they break right through your firewall
You can see the fire in my eyeballs scaring all my rivals
Straightedge bitch, fuck a highball
You get kiboshed, I’m a cyborg
I’m a cyclops, I’m a rhyme lord
I don’t mind cops just as long as they’re cool
? find props mystical a werewolf
Spitting like I’ve written everyday since I have been born
Rocking diamond clothing, buying furniture from Inform

[Hook]

I’m going Prefontaine on you hoes
Mad dope like putting cocaine up your nose yeah
Those that oppose get slain I suppose yeah
Mad Child spit acid rain on you hoes

Gladiator on the battle brink
You’re better off french-kissing with a rattlesnake
Fuck with Mad Child, that’ll be a bad mistake
Tell me how much torture can a little fucking savage take

[Verse 3]

Very charismatic addict, I’m a ruined idol
Last year even my demo sounded suicidal
This year spitting venom I’m a subhuman
Walking down the street I hear my song in cars with subs booming
Regurgitating rhymes like I am gargling
Everybody knows that I am dope, there is no arguing
Spitting sparklers, no rappers targeting
Don’t have to cause I marvellously raps like I am carpeting
I drink Monster, I rock diamonds
I rock RDS, I love rhyming
I cause problems, they know I’m raising hell
Now I got em worried like Carlito on the Jezebel

[Hook]

I’m going Prefontaine on you hoes
Mad dope like putting cocaine up your nose yeah
Those that oppose get slain I suppose yeah
Mad Child spit acid rain on you hoes

Gladiator on the battle brink
You’re better off french-kissing with a rattlesnake
Fuck with Mad Child, that’ll be a bad mistake
Tell me how much torture can a little fucking savage take

La Coka Nostra feat. Outerspace – No Time For Tomorrow (No Hay Tiempo Para Mañana) lyrics

[Intro]

The tragedy of war is that these horrors are committed by normal men in abnormal situations. Situations in which the ebb and flow of everyday life have departed and have been replaced by a constant round of fear and anger, blood and death.

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

Murder ? burner, smoke ? you
Coka take you from your birth to the hearse to the earth homes, nice to know you
I spell victory “W-A-R”
Walking through your front door spraying the AR
Vaporized pools of breath, rituals of death
Twin sisters giving head holding the pistol to your head
Fuck listening to your lies, I put the pistol to your eye
Rituals with live chickens and kitchen knives
? y’all bitches ? and y’all bastards children
Stabbed and killed them, threw them off the top of an abandoned building
Acid and pills, crack pipes, krillz, meth laboratories
Slaughter married victory, death buried glory
My nine pop you, TEC spray, you get bodied
Ride on you like a Hells Angel on a Harley
Heavy Metal King, emperor of the north star 
Devils forever bring endless war till we all gone

[Verse 2]

Burning torture papers over forty acres
Is getting more glory, haters ain’t no telling all your stories later
This a death trap, the casket close
No last kiss from mom, the gat’s exposed
I see pallbearers as victims and raw terror
It’s our era, our teradome with a metronome don’t cause error
Toe-tag more fags in a little bit
Cops too, you know the boy Planet on that Philly shit
Coka, Outerspace, murder, death, kill murder
Music for the morgue, my mausoleums and y’all ?
This is blood where the flowers grow
Livestock in a pine box where the cowards go
I hate to be brutally truthful
This a rifle, this thing could beautifully shoot you
See the bullets ricocheting off of shit you saying
Hit you point blank, official with the pistol aiming

[Verse 3]

This game is filled with parasites and opportunists
That shit y’all do is gay, that is not a movement
Too many acting goonish slash acting foolish
I stash a full clip, put em in a trauma unit
Gorilla misfit, mechanical arm
Inverted crucifix chain piece, magical charm
Turn Bible verses into tragical psalm
Y’all wanna know what type of planet we on
I’m strapped with a bomb yeah and my pen is the detonator
Make the world collapse soon as it press the paper
Never seen a blue sky, never stressed the hater
I only hear true lies, this is what I’m made of
No time for tomorrow, never gonna settle later
I don’t two-for-ones, I don’t peddle phrases
I’m trying to rock yellow glaciers on a metal bracelet
We build the city of God and make the ghetto spacious

[Verse 4: Slaine]

Odds stacked against a man, push him to the brink
God’s sacrilegious plan, dog stacking hundred grands
Tell me what you what you think
Got my butcher knife, I’ll cut you like it’s nothing
Cause it’s nothing, now you gushing in the sink
You ain’t nothing like your records, why you lying like you violent?
You ain’t calm under pressure, you just harmless and silent
Never been inside of this environment that I’m in
My city’s like a jungle and my mind’s an asylum
My moves are unpredictable, my rituals despicable
My lyrics indestructible, my ? is invisible
Apparently these people isn’t into what I’m into
It’s simple cause my feet are firm
I never gave an inch to you
I’m mental on the instrumental, loony off the snare
Too grimy for the radio, they threw me off the air
I’m an outcast, my forecast is rough and gloomy
You can’t fucking move me dog, this ain’t nothing to me, c’mon

La Coka Nostra feat. Vinnie Paz – Coka Kings lyrics

[Verse 1]

Yo you get hit like surface-to-air missiles, get crashed like Zildjian cymbals
My orbit’s a forcefield that can withstand pistols
And nuclear payloads that erase whole continents
Turn global occupants to smouldering apocalypse
Coka inclined to pain, Coka and the Hologram
Broken Bottle Gang, buck-fifty you in Rotterdam
My goons are carnivores and outlaws that start wars
Scarred yours like dartboards, drop you where the sharks swarm
Sub-zero freezing weather, gun below the Peewee sweater
Shoot lead, green Beretta, you dead, we forever
Spaz with the Uzi, hold the chromey to peel
Uncle Howie bragged he used to do coke with Toni Tennille
Fillet you with the molotov, common place like date rapes in college dorms
I make the planet rock like Afrika Bambaataa songs
Die effective martyrs, deaded for doom
Coka Kings rise tested armageddon to prove

[Hook]

This Coka Kings, hard body shit, you know that we a problem
Coka Kings, the dope stuff
This is Coka, hard body shit, you know that we a problem
Coka Kings, the dope stuff

[Verse 2]

9-Ether rap, Pazienza, Coka Nos
Three murderers, father and son and holy ghost
Dig a hole, carry the head of a Trojan goat
My voice carry the power that’s from Jehovah’s throat
Pazienza paranoid so the toaster’s close
Premention of pain inside the vulture’s cloak
My cousin Lethal cut it up like it was soap and coke
The fat bastard a track master like ?
My bitch carry my hat on her side, a ? bag
I leave you covered in shells like you a hermit crab
Steadfast and bled fast when the curtain dragged
The haze of infatuation of smoking dirt and skag
Cock the motherfucking Glock, good riddance
Make this motherfucker rock like if Pac was spitting
God-forbidden, put a hole inside your fitted
Take your head with your conscious in it
I’m a G

[Hook]

This Coka Kings, hard body shit, you know that we a problem
Coka Kings, the dope stuff
This is Coka, hard body shit, you know that we a problem
Coka Kings, the dope stuff

[Verse 3]

I’m a political prisoner living on this criminal planet
Animal chemical mixologist, my confidence is brimming
Goddamn it more prominence, escalating to a dominance
The high exalted kingdom of Slaine, the slang poet
The AA, the anonymous, IRA conglomerate
Bombing it, fuck it I’m old school, I stay with that atomic shit
Keep lighting the dust bowl when you hit it cause the environment’s wet
You dudes is does and you ain’t got out of your pajamas yet
My ego’s bigger than Obama’s lips
My lips spit verses of controversy with no mercy, yous are counterfeits
Your money’s no good over this way, it don’t amount to shit
My respect’s my currency, go ahead, try and count the bills
I stack federal notes, you say the angel’s just dangerous
But I didn’t tell you the devil is dope
Ask the heroin shooters, nothing like a rush in the vein
Fuck I’m insane, still stuck in this illustrious pain

[Hook]

This Coka Kings, hard body shit, you know that we a problem
Coka Kings, the dope stuff
This is Coka, hard body shit, you know that we a problem
Coka Kings, the dope stuff

La Coka Nostra – Murder World lyrics

[Verse 1]

I’m having homicidal urges, visions of bloody money
Ain’t nothing funny, a serpent sliding under the surface
I purchase diamonds and guns
Splurging on blackjack, cocaine, gold chains, and bitches is worthless
The essence of my habits is twisted and prolific
It’s been predicted that I would die by my own biscuit
Amongst the wicked who take gambles for phone digits
It ain’t a life worth living if you don’t risk it
A moment till my atonement
Taking ownership for all the domes I split
Keep a sharpness believing everything impossible
Took the highway and caught beef with lots of you
So keep your black shades on when the villain shine
You kids been talking about a long time about killing mine
I’m too cagey, yous are half of my age
I still got the fucking hunger I had back in the days

[Hook]

Murder World, welcome to your death
After your afterlife I murder you again, laugh with the burner to your head
Support your local murder music, shoot that piece of shit
With the burner to it and the Cadillac swerving to it

Murder World, welcome to your death
After your afterlife I murder you again, laugh with the burner to your head
Support your local murder music, shoot that piece of shit
With the burner to it and the Cadillac swerving to it

[Verse 2]

Any sufficiently ? knowledge is indistinguishable from magic, rituals of madness
Follower the leader, copy this, watch me flip
Back to beef and rocking Tims and rocking more lo than Ralphies Kids
Catch a machete up your ass like Gaddafi did
Better yet catch that HIV like Liberace did, kid
The answer ? action is thought
Enemy line is like a landslide, an avalanche of corpse
Blizzard of ours, children of war, cities are gone
Missiles are launched, systems evolved, pistols are sparked
Out the mouth I speak murder shit
Like Jesus Malverde did, I put you to sleep permanent
Sleep with the trout, my homies fillet piranhas
You plan to spray llamas but you still gay like Dahmer
I’m Coka for life, French coats and assault rifles
Motorcycle snipers leave you with a shit bag buying diapers

[Hook]

Murder World, welcome to your death
After your afterlife I murder you again, laugh with the burner to your head
Support your local murder music, shoot that piece of shit
With the burner to it and the Cadillac swerving to it

Murder World, welcome to your death
After your afterlife I murder you again, laugh with the burner to your head
Support your local murder music, shoot that piece of shit
With the burner to it and the Cadillac swerving to it

La Coka Nostra feat. Sick Jacken – The Eyes Of Santa Muerte lyrics

[Hook]

This is all there is, now there ain’t shit left
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death
(La Santa Muerte), these people fear me
I’ve seen murder, disease, it’s all near me

This is all there is, now there ain’t shit left
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death
(La Santa Muerte), I know you hear me
I wrote it fucked up, you see it clearly

[Verse 1]

Enter the cult of the death’s gods, traffickers and ex-cons
Skull and robe, hold the globe in outstretched palm
A revered image of truth, here with the youth
Vivid living proof spitting like ? in the booth
Death is the beginning, so without fear we run towards the willing
Manufacturing murder anthems and songs of killing
Ballads of massacre, the psalms of the forbidden
Cash is the master of every broken law that is written
Burning up the abomination conjuring hatred
Virgin of the incarcerated martyrs of Satan
Persecuted like the Inquisition in Spain
Condemned, made to repent my religion of pain
Set on fire like in Salem where the witches were slain
Behind bars till I die for these bricks of cocaine
No regrets though I pray to my saints often
Holy death, lying awake in a coffin

[Hook]

This is all there is, now there ain’t shit left
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death
(La Santa Muerte), these people fear me
I’ve seen murder, disease, it’s all near me

This is all there is, now there ain’t shit left
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death
(La Santa Muerte), I know you hear me
I wrote it fucked up, you see it clearly

[Verse 2]

They say the world don’t spin without the hand of God
While them damn priest trying to get a kid to give a handjob
I guess that really means I am odd
Cause I don’t let my kids get on their knees to pray for damn slobs
And I ain’t talking about Jesus see
I’m just speaking on the cardinals, the BC
This is the crazy shit that we see
That’s why I’m grateful that the streets are the only ones that teach me
Yo, and on that note, they giving pedophiles months
While they give the homies life for dope
What kind of shit is that? That shit ain’t right though
If a grown man wanna buy the right blow
We’re like Vegas in a sense, you know it’s false hope
Instead of slot machines and card games it’s all coke
They making hustlers like us walk a tightrope
While every other fucking snake is alright though

[Hook]

This is all there is, now there ain’t shit left
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death
(La Santa Muerte), these people fear me
I’ve seen murder, disease, it’s all near me

This is all there is, now there ain’t shit left
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death
(La Santa Muerte), I know you hear me
I wrote it fucked up, you see it clearly

[Verse 3]

New York is inhabited, there’s smoke in Los Angeles
Long arm of the law is broken with bandages
They call me Slaine, the La Coka evangelist
Our spoken languages provoking the scandalous
You dummies are dead, dummy, there’s a gun to your head
There’s no loyalty left, just money instead
My blood speaks the truth that none of you said
You should be fighting the power, you’re running instead
Where’s your heart at? Your bones weak
You talk loud all the time, when I’m here you don’t speak
When the heat’s on in front of you the pressure is real
You’re a bunch of fucking sheep to a messenger’s hill
I should have chapters in the Bible cause my testament’s real
I’m a product of violence and mescaline pills
Was you born to be a faggot cause it seems like it
Your life ain’t nothing like mine, you just dream like it

[Hook]

This is all there is, now there ain’t shit left
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death
(La Santa Muerte), these people fear me
I’ve seen murder, disease, it’s all near me

This is all there is, now there ain’t shit left
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death
(La Santa Muerte), I know you hear me
I wrote it fucked up, you see it clearly

La Coka Nostra – The Story Goes On lyrics

[Verse 1]

His father died, never knew him to shield him from the rain
Starting shooting heroin at fourteen to numb the pain
Track marks similar to tattoos tell the story of a sad fool
Tragic monologue of a man who became a victim of half-truths and whispered secrets
His own inner-demons, syringes and lesions
Crack pipes and binges for weekends
Led to benders and blackouts that last for seasons
For no apparent reasons, never had children
He was a child in a man’s body
Found joy in the thrill of the streets and crack parties
Robbing drug dealers, selling dope, selling soap
Locked in the belly of the beast where the felons roam
Gift of gab, quick-witted with the clever soul
Couldn’t keep him from catching a buck-fifty in his dome
Matter fact, more like 250, too shifty
His name was Howie but on Rikers Island he was just

[Hook]

Time and time again as I pick up the pen
As my thoughts emerge these are those words
I glance at the paper to know what’s going on
Someone’s doing wrong, the story goes on

A lot of stuff happens that the news won’t tell yous
Loose all L juice, snooze all hell loose
State of the slums, kill four, play the drums
Fake ones, they’re coarse with smiles and snake tongues

[Verse 2]

Fuck the clan it with coke man, I stand by my own
All by myself grown up but fuck you I’m abandoned, disowned
I’m alive and thrivin, drivin like a bandit wit gold
You ain’t got no balls so you don’t understand it at all
I’m America’s nightmare, I’m a werewolf with soul
I’m unbearable with no fam I’m just terrible yo
I have hate in my heart so when I tear a new hole
In all your dreams and ideals, momma where would you go?
Watched my father betray me baby watched Erica go
That’s interference, I just wanted Terrence to grow
Steering clear of all these voices I can hear in my skull
Here in my head, surrounded by these spirits is dead
Who are you to trust and who I am to judge it?
This is do-or-die, suicide on a budget
You can hate or love it but I put it on my motherfucking mother
That I came out and I ain’t going back to the gutter

[Hook]

Time and time again as I pick up the pen
As my thoughts emerge these are those words
I glance at the paper to know what’s going on
Someone’s doing wrong, the story goes on

A lot of stuff happens that the news won’t tell yous
Loose all L juice, snooze all hell loose
State of the slums, kill four, play the drums
Fake ones, they’re coarse with smiles and snake tongues

The story goes on

La Coka Nostra – Creed Of The Greedier lyrics

[Verse 1]

It’s the return of the assassin, I believe in the creed of the greedier
I’ll bash in your skull with guns, I’m deceiving the media
Look at the web of lies that I keep weaving immediate
Breathing the weed speeding, I ain’t hitting medians either
Fuck the Bible, I write my lyrics and read them to Jesus
Fight with spirits and sleep in a bed with the rifle near it
I used to smoke angel dust back as a teen
Copped the bundles in Harlem and sell packs in the Beans
Rolling in stolen cars, leaving accident scenes
Crazy Eddie envelope stacked in the back of my jeans
When you hear you rhyming wonder what has happened to me
I had a wet brain but I came back spectacularly
I got a third rail on the train tracks will zap me ?
That’s why I’m just the way I am, this is actually me
I said the return of the assassin, the assassin is me
Wipe my ass with hundred dollar bills and laugh at a G

[Hook]

My greed gets me everything
The means to fulfill any dream
Sparked by the endless greed
As we struggle in this world full of lust and greed

My greed gets me everything
The means to fulfill any dream
Snakes ?
As we struggle in this world full of lust and greed

[Verse 2]

It’s the return of the Cult Leader, I believe in the creed of the greedier
Final destination like a plane careening and speeding
Like a demon in my blood stream bleeding anemia
Better yet I’m even worse than that, speaking leukemia
Premium goods like overpriced diamonds that cut glass
Coka without the Cola and the white mustache
The brand you can trust we high-powered and coked up
Hole in the head looking like a powdered donut
Or like Sho’Nuff from the Last Dragon- cash stacking up
Pull out the black Magnum, now your ass is backing up
I been the poster child for Coka piled higher than the heavens
I can pile the streets rioting with peasants
Drinking cocktails and partying with rock stars
Throwing molotov cocktails at cop cars
I said it’s the return of the Cult Leader and Coka Nostra’s the crew
Point the finger over here, we pointing toasters at you

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

It’s the return of Danny Boy, La Coka Nostra build and destroy
Oh, lock it down like a dog’s jaw in a dog brawl
We get it on y’all, set it on you
Roll the red carpet over your head and shred it on you
We men of honour amongst the cold-blooded anacondas
With invisible barcodes and transponders
I see the chemtrails, acknowledge everything homie
But don’t trip though cause God is everything homie
I came a long way from airports and highways
I took the wrong way but yo I did it my way
I took you from the House of Pain to the House of Slaine
Down the road to Hell but made it back without going insane
Thinking one step ahead of these lames
Same super group homie, we the best in the game
It’s the return of Danny Boy and La Coka Nostra
Creed of the greedier but I already told ya

[Hook]

[Outro]

Phil Donohue: When you see the greed and the concentration of power, did you ever have a moment of doubt about capitalism? And whether greed is a good idea to run on?

Milton Friedman: Well first of all tell me, is there some society you know that doesn’t run on greed? You think Russia doesn’t run on greed? You think China doesn’t run on greed? What is greed? Of course none of us are greedy. It’s only the other fella who’s greedy.

La Coka Nostra – המוסד lyrics

[Verse 1]

I was born in Dorchester in the midst of the torn seventies
With bad memories, bad habits, and sworn enemies
Terrifying prospects, baptized in fire
Black Irish chipped teeth, fast lives and liars
Cars with fast tires, bitches with no morals
Money with no questions, caskets with no florals
Bodies with no headstones, dirt naps and apathy
I grew up in this, now the worst cats is after me
Junkies and con artists with the rivals and survivalists
Eyes emits a deep abyss, I sleep with this connivingness
No wonder why this virus blister when you ride with us
We can’t rid of all the sickness that’s inside of us
It’s just a gun but it feels like it’s such a heavy burden
It’s just a song but I feel the need to fit every word in
It’s just some whiskey but I can feel that the Chevy swerving
Are you ready to die now? You better be certain

[Hook]

Make moves like Mossad, I’m close to God
Close to the jackpot though the road is hard
I’d rather take a bullet to the dome than stop
So I’mma keep on going till the world is ours

Make moves like Mossad, I’m close to God
Close to the jackpot though the road is hard
I’d rather take a bullet to the dome than stop
So I’mma keep on going till the world is ours

[Verse 2]

Foolish cause problems to ? start eons ago
Shoot on targets and divebomb,we on a roll
Ski on the snow, try not to sniff yourself off the cliff
Know the ledge, know who your enemy, be certain who’s your friend
My shooters laugh at things like human trafficking
And looming anarchy, impending doom, consuming savagary
But keeping it real goes wrong, it’s not funny
You can get ? fuck up like Slick Rick when he shot his cousin
I seen the worm holes through sherm smoke
Seen family members burn coke and OD then turn cold
Secret to surviving is not dying and pop iron
Stop trying to be something you’re not, stop lying
Death and life are in the power of the tongue
Watch your mouth, what you say could get you showered with the gun
Crew spray your soul away, draped in hatred and torture bones brigade like Stacy Peralta

[Hook]

Make moves like Mossad, I’m close to God
Close to the jackpot though the road is hard
I’d rather take a bullet to the dome than stop
So I’mma keep on going till the world is ours

Make moves like Mossad, I’m close to God
Close to the jackpot though the road is hard
I’d rather take a bullet to the dome than stop
So I’mma keep on going till the world is ours

Block McCloud and DJ Waxwork – Hallucination lyrics

[Hook]

I’m losing my mind they say
And I’m starting to believe it sometimes
I hallucinate and I don’t know what I’m seeing
Is it my mind playing tricks on me?
Or the drugs they insist I take
I don’t know what’s truth or fake
Yo who’s to say as I hallucinate

[Verse 1]

They came and got me at like three in the morning
Woke me up from a dream that I was screaming and falling
They snatched me up from my slumber, tatted me with a number
And barcode scanned me, and bagged me up like cucumbers
Six spies, men in black disguised with my wrists tied in twist ties
They told me about the fish eye lenses in the big sky
Eagle eye watch me, talking about how this fly demon type Nazis
Illuminati’s got me trying to pop me like the paparazzi
Did Princess Di, guess it’s a crime to feed your stimuli
And I would wish these guys had bigger fish to fry
Than an underground nigga trying to help you see the visual
Lies they project like hallucinations
Like claiming you gaining freedom while we lose the nation
They lying when they told you the war’s over
Truth is dying like our soldiers, reality’s in the eye of the beholder

[Hook]

I’m losing my mind they say
And I’m starting to believe it sometimes
I hallucinate and I don’t know what I’m seeing
Is it my mind playing tricks on me?
Or the drugs they insist I take
I don’t know what’s truth or fake
Yo who’s to say as I hallucinate

[Verse 2]

Six months later I was free from the hole
They been feeding me drugs deep in my soul seeking control
And sensory deprivation got me weak in the soul
Got me questioning what is real, I feel the Reaper is close
They try to tell me what I’m seeing is ghost
And when the demons approach
It’s a byproduct of the weed and the coke
Wish they’d leave me alone, but I’m a prisoner really
Of my own beliefs, Mel Gibson in Conspiracy Theory
And I’m fucking wilding, am I bugging in this nut asylum?
Like Leonardo DiCaprio on Shutter Island
I want to live a life of liberty and righteousness
They trying to enslave me implant me with the microchip
For pete’s sake we living in a police state
We got to teach the children and help them see straight
Orderlies on drugs, disorderly conduct
Abuse the patients, is this real or a hallucination?

[Hook]

I’m losing my mind they say
And I’m starting to believe it sometimes
I hallucinate and I don’t know what I’m seeing
Is it my mind playing tricks on me?
Or the drugs they insist I take
I don’t know what’s truth or fake
Yo who’s to say as I hallucinate

[Outro]

Don’t believe what you’re seeing
I’mma try to be the one that leads you
Don’t listen to them demons
And looking forward to the drugs they feed you

It’s a worldwide ?
You are God, there’s no Heaven above

It’s a worldwide ?

Hallucination

La Coka Nostra feat. Sean Price – Electronic Funeral lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price]

Jump on the song, no doubt
Heard who was on the song with me, no doubt
Fuck subliminals, very direct what
Side of the neck stuff just get you neck cut
Show me respect, duck, break your beak off
Make you weak and you need a week off
Nigga you cheese sauce, pretzels a combo
Two-piece your face where the fuck did your moms go?
Sniffing the pablo, gripping the large four
Run up on your ride and fuck up your car show
P, the four pop your Starter cap
Keep eating swine, you gonna catch a heart attack
So miss me with the fly shit
I kill you, this verse gonna get me indicted
You outdated out the loop
Ill then Bill kick me out the group, chill
Never give the god ‘caine
I will shiv my head off, I am Ichabod Crane

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

I make music for goons with bricks and big Cuban links
I been ? velours before ? did
Ruger spit like a blast beat, you could get your ass beat
Ask E, I was abusive before fat beats
Before Non Phixion existed I fisted your sister
Then twisted the pistol up her pussy until it blistered
Never mistake knowledge for wisdom
Knowledge will help you make a couple dollars but wisdom will help you make millions
God is my shotgun, my sword is my shepherd
Music’s a rewarding obsession, keep the audience guessing
Stay a step ahead of the rest of these followers and swallowers
We are the future like Nostradamus is ominous
We the least likely to not survive
We the most likely to war and put a cock in your wives
We the personification of murder for fun
The black flag with the white skull and the guns

[Verse 3: Slaine]

I ain’t got time for the bullshit and the rumours upon us
I’m death in the biblical form slays the human persona
My name’s carried through the ages, goons and piranhas
That loom in the corners and doom with my subhuman subconscious
In the face of a federation you presume as a monster
I’m the birth of an nature from earth whose womb is enormous
Live my lives in the night skies, my tomb is a forest
Listen ? all my lyrics, sing in tune with the chorus
In Roman times you might have knew me as Horus
Now I rep the Coka leaf and I design it like Peruvian florists
Got movies for all us, smokes for criminals and alcoholics
They peep the blueprint and they see I pulled it out of all this
My brother’s my keeper, my keeper’s my eyes
My family’s my future, you past is full of secrets and lies
Jealousy’s a wolf, he creeps like a sheep in disguise
A wise man sees it all and keeps his piece of the pie