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hannibal - blaiden lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m high as h*ll and back bent off these psychedelic acids i go
right to selling packets when i siphon smelling gasses imma
fight these flailing has beens while i might just rail these bags and sh*t
had it been bad as him he’ll light they telling asses, b*tch
no one wants the smoke from the one who holds the blunt
how i’m always smoking skunk, now i program roland’s drunk on
opium while soaking c*nts they open up to ronan’s nuts so
focus, f*cks, i snort the crystal got no time to broke it up
who ever woke him up imma drain they food starving hoes what
tongue is his, not the droid, vacant rooms, sorry vro but
f*ck this sh*t we prophets boy, making moves, starting tho and
busting bricks, copping coin, taking shrooms, mario
how we fly with crystals you would swear we run the jewels, yeah but
now we trying pistols you beware, we cut the fools, knock em
down be dying, simple, few could barely jump the shoots, and we
drown the silence, riddled, its compared to f*cking duels cuz i’m

[chorus]
hannibal the animal cannibal with the antidote can’t
fathom most but i go in, dammit i off the vicodin, it’s
tragic fool, my stamina’s tampered up off the xans i pull the
trap is full i’m high don’t quit, siphoning pipes of nitrogen
hannibal the animal cannibal with the antidote can’t
fathom most but i go in, dammit i off the vicodin, it’s
tragic fool, my stamina’s tampered up off the xans i pull the
trap is full i’m high don’t quit, siphoning pipes of nitrogen

[verse 2]
it’s just my makeveli sh*t, what they had to tell me, b*tch i’m
lost in the liquor, open shop, make you sicker and i’m
stocked with ballistics if ya not with the illest f*ck them
cops, we them k!llers, we get toxic with triggers, f*ck ya
thoughts and opinions, this that televised revolution and we
copping the riches, back to selling white out a buick gotta
felon’s mind set to lose it, when i’m telling lies that are lucid and i’m
railing lines, prostitution, and they jailing lives, institution using
stupid youth to boost half humans, too good truth rebuke the groups and
almost done so cue the music, c*ck the guns and boost the movements
yuh i’m far from few who do it, tuck the arms assume the cubans
got this far from stupid music, all my own i do produce it
so underground can’t hear my voice, so d*mn loud they fear my noise
so d*mn sad these tears is moist, 2020 years my choice
add some zeros near the void, yeah we bout that rags to riches
won’t stop till the trap is finished, pick this sh*t up back to business

- blaiden lyrics

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