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dawn of the dead - lb productions lyrics

[dante]
i’m an underground emcee, that is indeed a fact
a thousand meters below the earth, to be exact
see that crack in the road? i caused it
after spitting some jay*z, wu*tang, chino and nas sh*t
so whenever i rap or attack a track lividly
i shift tectonic plates and seismic activity occurs
whether you’re in the west or the ‘urbs
i assure you, you’ll literally feel my every word
every verb, every nerve, spurred letter reverbs
and emergеs as the loudest sound to evеr be heard
on planet earth, so no human being can really be
in denial about whether or not he was feeling me, lyrically
oh, you feel me, alright
i shake the ground like a motherf*ckin’ meteorite
you see me at night, in the day, on the six o’clock news
i’m the husband who k!lled his wife, the kid in the scream costume
the red switch that detonated the bomb
the bully that made eric harris feel so hated upon
the name is dan’ (dan’… dan’… dan’… dan’…) aka genghis khan
so can someone please explain to me why
there’s three mangly guys hanging in my coat closet dead with blades in each eye
fingers severed, arms dangling high
please don’t tell me i’m the reason that they painfully died
my parents had no clue what went on in they baby’s head
some kids would pick on me at school, the next day they’d be dead
i really don’t remember doing it, but once i grew a bit
i realized that every murder i wanted to commit
would happen exactly as i imagined it would
in my dreams, i could actually feel myself dragging bags through the woods
you’re the paper, i’m the scissors
i is a, cross between the rza and the gza
and this is the
[hook]
dawn of the dead
arms get ripped to shreds
you need sudafed
once me and fatol get to your head
so you better run, run, run
we grab the mic and b*tches run, run, run

dawn of the dead
arms get ripped to shreds
you need sudafed
once me and fatol get to your head
so you better run, run, run
we grab the mic and b*tches run

[fatol]
i’m barbaric, i’m bar bearing
your bars barren, my deadly bars bear it
upon hearing my bars, my bar brethren
wake up to bar preparing, they bar barracks
i’m part spitter, part lyrics
a bar k!ller who’s drunk from the bar’s liquor
my bars been up, do chin up’s from bar prisons
so f*ggot man up, this is your bar mitzvah
within the pages inscripted, i’m painting the pictures
placing the pen inside of the middle of the brains of the victims
i’m scr*ping their wisdom, forsaken that they safe from the villains
the pagans will miss it, fools just may be satan forgives them
and maybe i’m kidding, i don’t worship no devils
my cursing will tremble that trembles the entire earth when it echoes
i’m training with barrels, bullets, rockets, and arrows
the foolish plotting their peril and bullets flocking like sparrows
i’m raw like the pharaoh god, i’m a hero
i’m card carrying, barbarian
the jaws tearing apart everyone
so y’all near me should start fearing before the bar flurry starts flowing
like ball bearings, they all buried
i am not friendly, an evil part of me lurks
and i’ll bring it to the masses like a part of the church
and i’ma bring it to the pastor while he’s hollering words
and i’ma witness the disaster with an ominous smirk
concerns, it’s obvious
leave nothing but spirits when i disembody kids
hear the haunting homage, poly is the ambience
and the ambulance is my audience
ha, i’m talking sh*t
i am one with the beat
vocals aren’t under them
every bar is unique
i’m not behind them or in front of them
i’m one of them
[hook]
dawn of the dead
arms get ripped to shreds
you need sudafed
once me and fatol get to your head
so you better run, run, run
we grab the mic and b*tches run, run, run

dawn of the dead
arms get ripped to shreds
you need sudafed
once me and fatol get to your head
so you better run, run, run
we grab the mic and b*tches run

- lb productions lyrics

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