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goretex - crisis lyrics

[intro:]
carthagena, hong kong, amsterdam, rome, and then it’s shipped to the united states. now if we can break the circuit…
a world away from the super markets of manhattan, in canarsie, a run-down section of brooklyn

[verse 1: gore elohim]
see i was taught to hate life, extort and take lives
grave sites lobotomized with ancient steak knives
i pull the trigger, no hesitation, no stage fright
heavy ammunition, got ? for snake bites
smoke your whole projects out, jimmy snuka you motherf-ckers
my boot, pulling objects out
let’s have a toast, i’m the mexican omen, i’m so focused
i’ll slit your throat, i’m the ghost of lamont coleman
my composition is triple sixes, it’s gore’s law
i’m leaving motherf-ckers dead under walls and floorboards
my whole life’s uncalled for
give me a reason to go off in public i flood it with c4
maybe more for maximum carnage
fly to libya, k!llers hidden in back of compartments
my project was 36 apartments a building
if we didn’t know you, you’d be getting hit right for your starter
l-train mean some bl–dy cloth, chilling with some face carvers
i’m in the gucci links, used jeans and grey bomber
sympathetic judges like my carats
whether polo, rugby, nihilist jackets with fly patches
pursuing arson throughout my adult life, my cult life
visions of 63rd precinct breezing through gun fights
i’m on point, like an overdose of insulin
i hit the drug twice, see you talking but nothing’s triggering
we can sound it out, we can battle it out
you want beef? i got a farm, f-ggot, i can bring the cattle out
the arafat flow, i can show you decadence
i got a wall in the projects that’s stacked with dead presidents
when i’m gone they mourn me like tookie, when they’re flipping switches
i’m up in district 9, raiders cap, like rags to riches
defy me i’m like highly enriched uranium
my cult guaranteed all black to fill stadiums
i’m all all american like 19 hijackers
the supercoven selling out white to line backers
we die now, baby bugattis and crime captains
ready to die rappers, i cut you for side-cabbage

[hook]
i’m selling asians morphine to better prices
they can take it back to the restaurant and triple price it
i bought it cop with six bundles and no license
i sell a pregnant fiend dope – we in the crisis

[verse 2: gore elohim]
going heavy, like that rape scene with noodles
from once upon a time in america, when we became ghouls
i sold narcotics on school grounds to pay cable
from taking errands for made k!llers to plate tables
lucifarians on cocaine rock tours
who’s stopping me? hashem programmed, tell me to pop off
got 20 lookouts, my whole building’ll get you knocked off
mobbing the cloth, my kerosene lethal
best in new york, f-cker
higher gun sales and paranoia, i’m up in court
my chevy dually roll over motherf-ckers for sport
blood farmers return, paula abdul pills and mood k!llers
get ya buck-fifty a new face, like bruce jenner

[hook x2]

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