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vraag Jake om te komen voor die omzet
Tunis scheurt daar in de bocht dat is top press
Beats laat me koken, even later ben ik on set
Hier zijn de slimme

Shadow of the Guillotine

Vinnie Paz

God of the Serengeti

2012

They tried to stop me at every level and stress me and send me devils
I press 'em like Chevy pedals and shred 'em like heavy metal
Whenever for

hit
Twisting that La-La off a celery stick
Stepping out fresh, threads stitched in that Fendi drip
Fingers flipped-flipped-flipped at censorship
So

Press on and live yuh life
In the fields like a play for the West Indies
Make my own plates never waited for no dinners
There's nothing they can say
When

nothing less
Ops in the rearview they press
We gonna leave Demons depressed
Who do I need to impress
I Shine like A VVS
Excellency nothing less
No I'm not

Pull up, press em like a pill
Pull up, Press em like a pill
Ice on my neck keep a nigga chill
Should've knew you crossed me out
I kept it to real,

money makin' money, then you hired
We was on a whole different playing field
You live in a dream, I'ma make it real
All this water 'round my neck, I'm

You didn't need to date me to break my heart
Because I break it by myself when we're apart
I press bruises in my fingers from the guitar strings

fussin & fighting
Most likely I been on real shit
When it comes down to who riding & sliding
On niggas I be in the field quick
Take off on niggas like

Kids in the schoolyard, cows in the field
In a Pennsylvania town it's another day
But at Three Mile Island something was wrong
In the power plant not

a sempti
suckers don't tempt me, press or contest me
but I'm wild as serengeti
suckers wanna compare but don't bet against me
all these suckers in my field

to flaunt none

No show gang, put respect on the king that's how I end up
Smokein
Stand solo in the field
Stay solid , man of steel
New target up for grabs,

Never leave my house without my weapon We was in the field, stuck and hard, no protection
Watch over your shoulders, it get wild, it get reckless
We

Yea mi ni mmute sina maoni
Wanatry kunitry siwaoni
Niko field naitaji maombi
Akicall najua ako horny

Still to God be the glory
Ju this far sina

your bed still?
Don't want to be a martyr that the feds kill?
Then I suggest you press next
I'm about to tell you some real shit
Look around, none

Spartan's demise, sharpens our aims
My goal in sight, no chance to regret
Forward I press, my course is set
This war, this fight, we hold on our own
Against

there?

Australian fields red with blood

Their English masters had to have guns

Their scene's divided by the punks and skins

We are united, always will

working, can't be speaking to the press

Call me Yung Flacko I'ma skinny pretty boy 
I been in the stu cause I got hits like Floyd 
I been in the field, I'ma

some sauce
And how I'm saucin on the field
The soccer field
Know how her knockers feel
I'm never off a pill
I'm walkin still
But we not talkin still

All in the field where you find us
Posted up with the sliders
Not fitting in but don't mind us
We Spreadin love shownin kindness

His Goodness

I’ma need to cop a re-up
Pushing on the pavement
Damn, scuffed my nikes up
Buddy got a press out in the land he gon’ save for us
Thrax pack
Rolling up

this wind instrument isn't a didgeridoo (True)
Play the field 'til my skills pay the bills
Kitchen whipping, making meals
Quit is not on the menu
Gotta

eyes
I can go and press rewind
Lost in space and time
On a satellite
Im afraid of heights
Lost my appetite
I would wait for you but I hear them calling

Wielding these techs eject, respect the rebore
Beat is the field we reveal, express the skills bore
Vision yuh death best count yuh breath you