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Laugh now cry later as you lurk at the sun If you live by this one you'll probably die by the gun Laugh now cry later why you hanging your head Got plenty of time to answer to the angel of death I'm the prince of darkness, reign over the Kingdom of disaster Rhythm get smashed, fucked, like the children of a pastor Nigga, I'm bad luck, I'm misery, I'm your master Making you hang it up, like folks livin' in Alaska I'm rated, get summer blinded, by the sun divine Damian In the frontlines of Egypt, with the blood line of an alien I'm so defiant, the stone that broke Orions dome Flow tyrant, hold the belt of Orion I strode with Giants The globetrotter, spit ghost ??????? The old father of flows, there's no one that goes harder I'm the Al Qaeda style writer, deaths an inspirador A life of behind these walls, get caught in my line of fire And expire, I'm the devils pitchfork in the road I'm torching your soul, til you sell it for a fortune of Gold The fortunes foretold, we all die, so live life to the fullest Live by the gun, die by the bullet, by the knife slicing your gullet (Pharaoh) To blind to see the light, I envision blackness Live by the bloody hatchet, die from the dusty ratchet Back from the lake of fire, with my halo broken Letras de cancionesThey want reality so I give them a fatal dosage Niggas acting real savage? But I barely notice I'm headhunting, so I ain't trying to lose my focus We the murderers, murderous, call the coroners Tell them to stop recording us... No more hope in 'em, Boxcutter open em This is uncut opium, for you to put your nose up in Got em overdosing, head-swelling, comatosing Overseas flown post in, by the floating in the ocean (Pharaoh) Laugh now cry later as you lurk at the sun If you live by this one you'll probably die by the gun Laugh now cry later why you hanging your head Got plenty of time to answer to the angel of death Laugh now cry later as you lurk at the sun If you live by this one you'll probably die by the gun Laugh now cry later why you hanging your head Got plenty of time to answer to the angel of death Don't be trusting in these rappers, look how poorly they acting Only seen guns bust, in Civil War reinactments Yeah we all took that class to Harrisburg or Gettysburg So spare your words, before you get embarrassed nerd Waiting for the day I'm catching you You could have MMA fighters protecting you, pussy I'm still wrecking you Your idol, the one you wish you could perform like Drop classic albums, you can't even get one song right A couple songs like, but not cause you speaking on 'em It's cause the beat was banging, and had dope features on it Its Reefo on it, you got a rats spine, a chickens heart And a weasels stomach, what are you? You little hawk you, you fucking pig I split your wig, so what you on kid? Dope or dog food? This ain't a warning, this a promise boy Cause I'm your motherfucking Dad, and I won't raise a Mommas boy Yeah my family hate you, we rallying I was chilling, but then y'all propagated the problem Let it wash over you, let you pray to the Lion If the Father disrespect me, the baby is dying Whats gon' happen when the inmates raid the asylum? It ain't one of you motherfuckers crazy as I am Killing you stupid motherfuckers is fish in the barrel High Priest, the very temple, I am a Pharaoh Crypt the Warchild, the bow, I am the arrow I get under you skin Lord, I am the marrow We could go gun for gun, battle for battle We could go sun for sun, mine is a Pharaoh Laugh now cry later as you lurk at the sun If you live by this one you'll probably die by the gun Laugh now cry later why you hanging your head Got plenty of time to answer to the angel of death Laugh now cry later as you lurk at the sun If you live by this one you'll probably die by the gun Laugh now cry later why you hanging your head Got plenty of time to answer to the angel of death From Letras Mania