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    1. Back Of The Church (Letra)

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      Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

      [intro: 5ft hyper snyper]
      Turn up my mic a little bit, so i won’t have to scream
      Turn up my mic a little bit, so i won’t have to scream, buddha
      Word, aight, yo, aight

      [5ft hyper snyper]
      All stand in attention, it’s a spank in the nine
      Some of y’all niggas be "sometime"
      Sometime you bill, sometime you rhyme
      All the time, we break out the snake pit, make hits
      Blood in, blood out, dealin with the bullshit
      Too complex, make it easy, elementary
      So we can teach these babies
      Crawl before you walk, think before you talk
      Don’t mislead them, fall, ya bleedin
      Now take me to your leader
      Desention in the ranks, divide and conquer
      You should say thanks to your weed and liquor
      Cocaine and bitches, diamonds, big chains, more riches
      Shiny cars, ain’t nuthin man made can reach these stars
      Get in where you fit in, who you be, who you are
      I be the fall dog, in the vanguard
      Conductor of the orchestra, universal soldier
      Zu ninja!

      [spiritual assassin]
      Thoughts controllin ya destiny and memory
      Floatin in cups of hennessey
      Logically it’s like, niggas battle the bike
      So i rip mics tight, and vibe right
      We shine on each other till the climax
      On your best systems, i’m deep like addiction
      Whenever i’m co-mixin the slang
      Delta #1, comin with them joints that a spark up ya brain
      Now ya rhymes is inflicted from my circle of flame
      Peace now tame, run loose, at an individual
      I enter you, gun tent, consential, the hip hop sentinel
      Overdosin you, one of the chosen few
      New host to guide you across the east coast
      We held a few tight nights, but whose to pay the price
      Throw the dice, seein thru my father eyesights
      85 percent of the change of life, to jail
      I hate, the pain is great to exchange moments of ya fame
      Now when we came close, to hopin the pain is gone
      Momma said don’t aim wrong, or you might blast me in the arm
      Son, my word is based on the strength or the strong
      That be the same one, now he got your life in his palm

      [manley musa]
      Yo relax in stools in bars, brawls
      85% gods, peep announcements
      Stick ya neck out, niggas give ya the antikiss
      Leave ya assed out and bone dry, like droughted pants
      My thoughts throw them in your collector’s edition
      Cherish life on my 7 and a half mics
      It’s precious like black dad’s kids
      Valuable, natural like resources, symbolic
      200% fruit juices, yo the truth ran from the east
      Like musa from police, cronal leap over obstacles like a pair of rules
      Never step on x-men, while they shoes
      Who the fuck wanna sponsor a highway yo get yours
      Straight boulevard on the block, it’s like a shoot out
      Some cook outs, charcoal niggas is hot on the grill
      I revail the ears, embrace with open arms
      Yo incase my rhyme put in a gold frame
      Praise my name and the niggas i run with
      World class, yo we’re legends

      [k-blunt]
      Yo true like the terminator, i shoot and kill
      Mc, like space invaders, lyrical exterminator
      In this music, we call rap, sittin on my top cats
      Killin mice in the back, yo kill em, with the dog kills the cat
      Get ya scooby snack, that’s the way you attack
      A hip hop track, like a predator
      Wild life, ready to fight and rock a mic
      Yo niggas is this, like tina’s and ike’s, smack
      Now we got it right, zu ninjas performin tonight
      On stage under the lights, rhymes tight
      Blow like crack in a pipe
      Fans addictive to the crossidation of christ

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