Killarmy
Allah Sees Everything
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Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1
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Chorus:
Allah sees everything, everything
Allah sees everything, everything
...
[P.R. Terrorist]
Yo, Master thought inaudible to palms
Swing ya magic wand
Disarm ya firearm
Hear the sirens flee the scene calm
Through the eyes of God
I reside in modern day Vietnam
Filled with yound minds designed and curious
Soldier where's ya warpaint
Situations's getting serious, new cops,
New blocks, government issue new positions
To take the Gods off the earth
Is what the devil's wishing
You won't last with religion
It deals with division Allah's all
United we stand son, divided we fall
Throw a mic through a stage floor
And hear the crowd roar
Pandemonium, Killarm selling out in stores
Alcololic beverages, white boys sweating from their pores
Screaming hip-hop, is what we're living for
(Chorus)
[Islord]
Eiyo, eiyo, what's today's mathematics, son you can't quote
You get ya throat chopped by the sword I possess
In my palms, that's coming down like napalm bombs
That cause explosions now you frozen
Thirty-two below the equator, cause you savor
The flavor that the God branded on ya dome
With the microphone
That's multiple like a lifesaver
Allah sees everything, everything
Allah sees everything, everything
...
[P.R. Terrorist]
Yo, Master thought inaudible to palms
Swing ya magic wand
Disarm ya firearm
Hear the sirens flee the scene calm
Through the eyes of God
I reside in modern day Vietnam
Filled with yound minds designed and curious
Soldier where's ya warpaint
Situations's getting serious, new cops,
New blocks, government issue new positions
To take the Gods off the earth
Is what the devil's wishing
You won't last with religion
It deals with division Allah's all
United we stand son, divided we fall
Throw a mic through a stage floor
And hear the crowd roar
Pandemonium, Killarm selling out in stores
Alcololic beverages, white boys sweating from their pores
Screaming hip-hop, is what we're living for
(Chorus)
[Islord]
Eiyo, eiyo, what's today's mathematics, son you can't quote
You get ya throat chopped by the sword I possess
In my palms, that's coming down like napalm bombs
That cause explosions now you frozen
Thirty-two below the equator, cause you savor
The flavor that the God branded on ya dome
With the microphone
That's multiple like a lifesaver
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