Текст песни . Tarantula's Web - Kevlaar 7
                                                It's 
                                                raining 
                                                grenades, 
                                                My 
                                                ace 
                                                    I 
                                                maintain
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                gotta 
                                                gun-brella 
                                                to 
                                                pepper 
                                                magenta 
                                                and 
                                                crimson 
                                                crayola
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                sweaters 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                wall, 
                                                On 
                                                that 
                                                back 
                                                hall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Payola's 
                                                over-rated, 
                                                But 
                                                an 
                                                Alex 
                                                Haley 
                                                story
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                evil's 
                                                how 
                                                we 
                                                make 
                                                it, 
                                                Wasted 
                                                chances, 
                                                Witnesses 
                                                glancin
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                down 
                                                since 
                                                finish 
                                                the 
                                                stealin, 
                                                Spendin 
                                                shit 
                                                still
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                just 
                                                mad 
                                                angles, 
                                                Tarantula 
                                                webs, 
                                                Dismantlin 
                                                heads
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beds, 
                                                Niggas 
                                                layin 
                                                they 
                                                not 
                                                makin, 
                                                Adjacent 
                                                from 
                                                peace, 
                                                My 
                                                piece 
                                                is 
                                                layin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Contimplatin 
                                                to 
                                                grip, 
                                                From 
                                                my 
                                                right 
                                                hand
 
                                    
                                
                                                Banded 
                                                rubber 
                                                money, 
                                                Just 
                                                so 
                                                my 
                                                seeds 
                                                ain't 
                                                hungry
 
                                    
                                
                                                Funny 
                                                how 
                                                ignorance 
                                                is 
                                                linked 
                                                to 
                                                dependence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Reflect 
                                                negative 
                                                senses 
                                                and 
                                                flip 
                                                em 
                                                reciprocal
 
                                    
                                
                                                Street 
                                                genius 
                                                individuals, 
                                                Keep 
                                                clean 
                                                hands 
                                                minimal
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spin 
                                                    a 
                                                tool 
                                                and 
                                                see 
                                                where 
                                                one 
                                                slug 
                                                lands
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lift 
                                                off 
                                                my 
                                                casket 
                                                pillow 
                                                and 
                                                slap 
                                                yall 
                                                hands
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                ready, 
                                                Heavy 
                                                I'm 
                                                not, 
                                                Got 
                                                the 
                                                globe 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                shoulder
 
                                    
                                
                                                Speak 
                                                cold 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                diamonds 
                                                off 
                                                my 
                                                grave 
                                                roll 
                                                boulders
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gun 
                                                Rule, 
                                                The 
                                                wars 
                                                on 
                                                cock 
                                                    a 
                                                tool
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spit 
                                                    a 
                                                slug 
                                                and 
                                                save 
                                                the 
                                                sun, 
                                                Put 
                                                me 
                                                in 
                                                rotation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Detroit, 
                                                The 
                                                wars 
                                                on 
                                                cock 
                                                    a 
                                                tool
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spit 
                                                    a 
                                                slug 
                                                and 
                                                save 
                                                the 
                                                sun, 
                                                Put 
                                                me 
                                                in 
                                                rotation
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                stormin 
                                                javelins, 
                                                    A 
                                                wars 
                                                unravelin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Trust 
                                                me 
                                                you'll 
                                                imagine, 
                                                Davelin 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                evils
 
                                    
                                
                                                Arsenal 
                                                outlast 
                                                you, 
                                                Cash 
                                                Rule 
                                                    a 
                                                man, 
                                                I'm 
                                                supernatural
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stash 
                                                two 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                back 
                                                jew, 
                                                Draw 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                have 
                                                to
 
                                    
                                
                                                Laugh 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                gargle 
                                                lava, 
                                                Chase 
                                                it 
                                                with 
                                                vodka
 
                                    
                                
                                                Problems 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                back 
                                                about 
                                                the 
                                                size 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                continent
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ten 
                                                black 
                                                shotties 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                cauldron, 
                                                Mold 
                                                my 
                                                problems
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sold 
                                                these 
                                                baggies 
                                                and 
                                                fed 
                                                my 
                                                soldiers 
                                                their 
                                                rations
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jakes 
                                                bangin, 
                                                I'm 
                                                runnin 
                                                like 
                                                Starks 
                                                and 
                                                Juice 
                                                Stanton
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                phantom 
                                                in 
                                                denim, 
                                                Vanish 
                                                in 
                                                street 
                                                shadows
 
                                    
                                
                                                Angles 
                                                    I 
                                                come 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                average 
                                                nigga 
                                                runs 
                                                from
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sun 
                                                down 
                                                to 
                                                sun 
                                                up, 
                                                Grindin 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                come 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                jungle 
                                                was 
                                                thick, 
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                machetes 
                                                and 
                                                whips
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whips 
                                                on 
                                                wheels 
                                                not 
                                                scars 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                back 
                                                    I 
                                                still 
                                                feel
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                all 
                                                real, 
                                                Stay 
                                                droppin 
                                                science 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                babies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Speak 
                                                coal 
                                                into 
                                                diamonds, 
                                                Day 
                                                dreams 
                                                to 
                                                realism
 
                                    
                                
                                                Intentions 
                                                of 
                                                rhythms 
                                                keep 
                                                you 
                                                busy 
                                                while 
                                                    I 
                                                pillage
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                it's 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                heat 
                                                killer, 
                                                Intense 
                                                as 
                                                my 
                                                grill 
                                                is
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                hills 
                                                    I 
                                                walk, 
                                                With 
                                                twelve 
                                                men 
                                                following
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spit 
                                                third 
                                                world 
                                                gems, 
                                                All 
                                                my 
                                                niggas 
                                                stay 
                                                hollerin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gun 
                                                Rule, 
                                                The 
                                                wars 
                                                on 
                                                cock 
                                                    a 
                                                tool
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spit 
                                                    a 
                                                slug 
                                                and 
                                                save 
                                                the 
                                                sun, 
                                                Put 
                                                me 
                                                in 
                                                rotation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Detroit, 
                                                The 
                                                wars 
                                                on 
                                                cock 
                                                    a 
                                                tool
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spit 
                                                    a 
                                                slug 
                                                and 
                                                save 
                                                the 
                                                sun, 
                                                Put 
                                                me 
                                                in 
                                                rotation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gun 
                                                Rule, 
                                                The 
                                                wars 
                                                on 
                                                cock 
                                                    a 
                                                tool
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spit 
                                                    a 
                                                slug 
                                                and 
                                                save 
                                                the 
                                                sun, 
                                                Put 
                                                me 
                                                in 
                                                rotation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Detroit, 
                                                The 
                                                wars 
                                                on 
                                                cock 
                                                    a 
                                                tool
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spit 
                                                    a 
                                                slug 
                                                and 
                                                save 
                                                the 
                                                sun, 
                                                Put 
                                                me 
                                                in 
                                                rotation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gun 
                                                Rule, 
                                                Detroit
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Unbutton Your Holsters (Remix)
2 Blood Diamond
3 . Tarantula's Web
4 Get Down Wit Me
5 Start the Show
6 Final Dark Sip
7 Interlude
8 Suicide Watch
9 Suns and Daughters
10 Sacrifice (Interlude)
11 The Prelude (Freestyle)
12 Now or Never
13 Much Too Soon
14 Lesser Sorrows
15 Gun Sonnet
16 Nothing to Hide
17 Streets Is My Home
18 Evil Eye
19 Pathways
20 Unbutton Your Holsters
21 Indebted
22 Illah On the Fly
23 Nothing Like It
24 Live From....
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