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Skitz - Fingerprints of the Gods lyrics
* send corrections to the typist Roots manuva Pen to tha paper I scream at the world Picky headed youth dont wear no jerry curl In the heat of the summer More time I trembled Nuthin dont change, I'm picky from within The R's for the Rage E's for the Energy B's for the 3-4 Bounce that we count Second E's for the Era of this young hottie youth L presents Long term soildier stand firm Foundation flexin stretchin out the pound I used to want the queens head Now I want the crown Its in my blood stream Shits to hard to define Why, some get the vision an the rest tow the line Sleepwalkin floggin the horse thats done dead Pissin in the wind now piss drips down your leg Is you plum or is you pleb Dude its one an the same One shit short now flush that pee brain Put ur hand on ur lips spell d-e-r You wanna be, fartface An me cant spar Like the, dooper I am I dont wanna cause friction I hold my space an then I diss em wid the diction Nuff of them will fear this Its right now that they dont wish to hear this Simple forensic but they cant get near this Its fingerprints of god G-O-D Life Keep em philosophical My rap styles collasol to your brain Like a line of cocaine straight up your nostril Nowadays like aristotle I send my message through da mic not in a bottle A gifted mic disciple like an apostle Hip hops my life an hustle Lyric skils be the muscle They be brand new like the heavies not old like some fossils I meditate on bible scriptures Not porno pictures I smoke sensi bud, green like the trees of eucalyptus Buffalo soldier from a rasta man army I need hip hop to satisfy my soul like bob marley Wisdoms what I give them Flippin knowledge on the rhythm If your talkin like a devil I'm performin exorcism Ill cause malice, smoke a chalice in buckingham palace Get the queen high, send her to wonder land like alice Cos I'm a dark stranger Not from a dirty sick chamber Cos a star burns above my head like jesus from a manger Lone ranger, I dont need a posse to follow My backup be my sword I use it swift like zorro Guided by a force similar to obi one kenobe Walk the skies like luke an even chewbacca couldnt hold me If ur a phoney, its lights out like james toni An I'm confident like naseem hamed, so you dont know me I walk in the shadows, I make you paro (paranoid) My mind be narrow, I carry guns an laser bow an arrows Si-phillie I be the bingee man come back from zion Wid the bag of sensimilila an da mic in da other hand Bounty killa on the rampage for reala Gonna make mad dough like my name was don miller Chancellor exchequer mic recka ? or sampras You know i be top class This one is a message from king salisse i Any pussy bwoy tess I dem bwoy gaan die Puppet master rasta bring forth disaster Eskimos be boppin to my shit in alaska Weak emcees be droppin out cos they have ta Convert niggas i make em go see their pastor Power move makin Never fakin that jamaican Im from trinidad When it comes to respect, I'm like ur dad Not a fake like alexander o neil Neva choppin off my locks like that nigga seal The si philly hot tabasco chilli Niggas suckin up my style like a nipple on a titty Im flippin lyrics when I'm not on the rob So my surgical gloves protects the prints of the gods Skeleton God all mighty what the devil (u star ?) Wot the hell what on earth cha What the bloodclaat Wat da rass hole blast hole ina di beast Im da blessin an da dammend an da famine an the feast Im a man 'o' war cos I was a man of peace Now I'm out for your neighbours like they name was annalise Speak from a snow capped peak to the abyss Im ugly as sin An I'm da livin criss Im chilled in the field an the inner city hype Im the murderin theivin rapin type Im the heat, the light, the cold an the dark Im the silver back gorilla an the great white shark Im the poorest slum I'm the richest palace The lyricist the herbalist and the gyaliss I can get ya down an I can get you lifted The giver an the gifted The bima aint fiftied Shifted, gears I'm the tears an the laughter The birth an the death an whatever there after The kiss on the cheek an the kick ina de crotch The fingerprints of god an every head'll get touch |
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