Текст песни Kiss of Death - sunnyxXalisiobi

Well this the kiss of death
(kiss of what, what, what?)
Holy crap
My nigga we spittin' facts (spittin' facts)
Too exact
Proposing a holy death (holy what?)
Know my craft ferocious
Move to the past (woo)
Hope I last
Well this the kiss of death (okay)
Holy crap
My nigga we spittin' facts (spittin' facts)
Too exact
Proposing a holy death (holy death)
Know my craft ferocious
Move to the past (to the what?)
Hope I last
Yeah
Wait

Yeah
Now that im distant
I could spit shit wit' a old school flow
I got immaculate thoughts
Controlled by the fear of losing my soul
I triple the digits
I double em different
Cause niggas dont know what I know
I guess its hard to be hard
Im hiding my feelings inside of my room
Now I get lost in silence (of course)
The demons awakened
Im shedding all black
Every time that I change my climate
Damn I been fly like pilots
Move on or I might push violence
No hoes so I dont need diamonds
Broke hoes tryna touch my privates
Fuck off I dont fuck wit' sirens
Okay
Speak on the mark of the beast (for real)
They been double crossing
The niggas who talk
But no double crossing wit' me (for real)
I mean there's multiple niggas
Who claim they're the goat
But all I've been counting is sheep
Now that I've fallen asleep
In comfortable sheets
Im definitely living a dream
Damn!
The shit I spit will make 'em realize
That I was here
She been a main
But all these bitches lyin' outta fear
The great escape
Attracting what I need
Its crystal clear
I never need to talk
I hope I disappear

Shit is precise
The code is precision
The man on a mission
Its time to be rolling the dice
Poltergeist
I do whatever I like
All these cliché flows
Still manage to make it nice
Flying higher than a kite
Feeling like William Regal
Fly on water like a seagull
More sight than an eagle
Not really a man of the peope
Untouchable, Steven Seagal
Real G, Beanie Sigal
Things that I like are illegal
This shit is just only the prequel
Run for your life
Do you wanna die?
Dont even cry
Just run for your life
No suit and tie
Im not for the eye
Y'all makin' me sigh
But really im shy
Well, this the kiss of death
Holy crap
Dont talk just save your breath
It was a test subject
Like Johnny Test
Put it to rest
Hieroglyphics on my chest
Well, this the kiss of death
Holy crap
Dont talk just save your breath
It was a test subject
Like Johnny Test
Put it to rest
Hieroglyphics on my chest
Im just a guest