paroles de chanson Papa Legba - Simon Roofless , Dope D.O.D.

Hit 'em with that lecture
You disrespect the sector
Put 'em on a stretcher, Papa Legba
I cannot die ever
I'm roaming like a spectre
Niggaz I dissect 'em 60 seconds learn your lesson
Cause we ain't making concessions, never misdirect 'em
Always keep my eyes on the prize and on the weapon
Niggaz move quick got loose lips now whose the bitch
Switch sides and switch colors, Rubix cube shit
See I do this with a whole lotta passion for the music
But y'all abuse it and now I'm pissed like Gary Busey
Diffuse me cause I'm about to lose my cool G
Rap niggaz don't understand my moves see
I move free beating niggaz up like Bruce Lee
Or better yet like Cliff Booth in that Tarantino movie
My heart wicked, the dark is like an addiction
But my niggaz stay committed to the cause we never give in, never

Pay attention to the voices in the wind
A spiritual attraction it's best you don't give in
You try to get inside there's no way you'll get in
The spirit world is something you just can't walk in
There's a man who carries keys to realms of ghostly beings
You better understand the work that this man brings
No one can cross the path without him opening
The door to manifest in other worldly things
The kingdom of this world

I read subliminals
Life's a metaphor, Death is literal
The flesh is physical, the fat is trimmable
To reach your pinnacle, the steps are critical
From the womb we birth through
The cash we burn through
The ash we turn to
The dust we come from
The past we run from
The sand in the hour glass dropped
And the fat lady sung son
The black spice hits the tongue
Ice glistens in the light of the sun
Spilling rum for our lost ones
The meds are, those that will get sparked
It gets dark, late nights talking to
Papa Legba
The pieces start to move and the truth is revealed
You can feel it in the air like the mood has been killed
Run for shelter as we face the stormy weather
There are many ways to find the answer but listen up you better

Pay attention to the voices in the wind
A spiritual attraction it's best you don't give in
If you try to get inside there's no way you'll get in
The spirit world is something you just can't walk in
There's a man who carries keys to realms of ghostly beings
You better understand the work that this man brings
No one can cross the path without him opening
The door to manifest in other worldly things

I ain't got nothing to prove
Only thing these rappers good for is something to bruise
Bloodstain on my sneaker my only red bottom shoes
Don't know how it feel when you lose
That's jealousy in your booze
You envy in my reviews
Soon as I gain entry
Your bitch throw a frenzy
Your face will be on the news
The day you try to end me
I'll say it again
MC of the century
Spray fire out the window
Bump stock on the semi
Simon Peter the rock
You ain't worth a penny
Do we make bangers ain't the question
Question is how many
My tongue sharper than a Rastafarians machete
Everywhere I go out the sky fall confetti
My forefathers was giants
Defiant stone carvers
Pass down the keys to existence
To run the world the assistance
Simon Peter also known as Papa Legba
Universal mind reader
Get to know your planet leader

Pay attention to the voices in the wind
A spiritual attraction it's best you don't give in
If you try to get inside there's no way you'll get in
The spirit world is something you just can't walk in
There's a man who carries keys to realms of ghostly beings
You better understand the work that this man brings
No one can cross the path without him opening
The door to manifest in other worldly things