paroles de chanson Silence - Outerspace
I'm
Abdullah
the
Butcher,
pay
respect
or
I'm
pulling
the
cooker
You
might
as
well
kill
yourself,
I'm
thrilling
to
push
you
Even
if
you
survive
son,
you
still
bitch
Cause
I'm
waiting
anxiously
to
pull
the
kill
switch
Your
body
still
stiff,
rigor
mortis
I
bring
pain,
it's
just
raw,
it's
King's
I
seen
pain
that
was
pure,
it's
rich?
I
seen
brains
that
was
poured
on
six
corners
Listen
to
orders,
Vinnie
Paz
remains
heartless
That's
due
to
my
fixation
on
the
darkness
Just
give
me
a
forty,
a
idiot,
and
Billy
Dee
You'll
see
what
the
psychology
of
Philly
really
be
Yeah,
I'm
from
the
birth
place
of
Rocky
My
left
hook
to
the
body
is
like
Arturo
Gatti
You
couldn't
stop
me,
I
fucking
brain
drill
I
stick
around
a
while
to
witness
how
the
pain
feels
Fucking
faggot
We
in
the
game
where
we
smash
for
freedoms
Raw
producer's
cribs
look
like
wax
museums
We
set
up
shop,
round
up
and
attack
the
region
See
a
hundred
Puerto
Ricans
on
Banshees
leaning
We
out
to
slaughter
people,
we
that
raw
Puericos
We
them
revolutionists
cause
no
law's
equal
We
them
executioners
cause
your
cerebral
Or
pick
your
brain
matter
up
in
God's
cathedral
Don't
sleep
I
put
a
bag
under
your
chin
Approach
you
real
smooth
with
the
swagger
of
a
pimp
Make
you
stagger
with
a
limp
I'm
a
addict
for
the
gin,
like
a
Catholic
for
the
sins
Speaking
ratchets
through
their
lips
And
you
passionate
to
live,
but
that
chapter
don't
exist
I
put
the
ratchet
to
your
rib
and
make
a
bastard
out
of
your
kids
Make
a
casket
out
of
your
crib
while
I'm
smashing
out
your
wizz
Have
a
Gatling
for
the
kid
and
I'm
laughing
at
the
bitch
The
most
immaculate
spit,
most
elaborate
with
the
gift
Then
dip
my
whole
team
till
there's
carats
on
their
wrists
I
need
Rocky
finger
tips,
next
slaughter
begins
So
when
we
step
up
in
the
spot
don't
nobody
forget
One
I'm
the
type
that
could
slaughter
a
syllable
You
killable
rap
niggas
spit
words
too
pitiful
I
pity
the
fools,
I'm
sick
with
the
tools,
we
shitting
on
dudes
You
need
to
be
more
hip
than
the
news
We
ruthless,
untamed
tiger,
tally
your
votes
I'm
number
one
draft
pick,
man
endorse
my
quote
You
heard?,
I
loc,
I
escort
my
folk
We
deep
like
dead
bodies
on
tour,
I
know
We
ride
like
Coupe
DeVilles,
aim,
shoot
to
kill
OS
and
Jedi
Mind
we
the
truth
for
real
So
ill
we
rock
three
pieces
suits
and
build
Like
Reservoir
Dogs,
in
the
booth
I
spill
I
feel
more
official,
we're
still
lone
on
our
hills
G5
shine
bright
like
it's
stainless
steel
The
name
is
real,
OuterSpace
the
rain
is
real
If
you
can't
stand
the
rain,
then
this
ain't
your
field,
stupid
1 Blitz
2 Watch Yo' Step
3 Silence
4 Folklore
5 The Wait Is Over
6 Raw
7 The Fusion Centre
8 The Game
9 A Bullet Never Lies
10 Suckaz
11 The Omen
12 Pretty Little Whores
13 Told U
14 The Killing Fields
15 And Now
16 Brute Force II
17 Liberal Arts
18 This Is War
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