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napalm death - prelude lyrics

dre:
the motherf-cking saga continues…

all of you who don’t believe in the real gangsta sh-t,
cause when it comes to the real n-gg-z,
it makes the sh-t they’re much harder to deal with.

yeah, above the laws in this motherf-cker,
like mafia for life, down with the real n-gg-z 4 life.
ha-ha, yo sweet-talk, tell ’em what the f-ck we’re here for…

well i write ya, use, compton, watts, the wood,
all across the motherf-cking usa.
they know i’m walking through the valley of real n-gg-z,
i should fear no man on the motherf-cking planet, hit me one.
cause i’ve been to the mountain top y’all,
and i have been seeing through the eyes of a real n-gg-.

yo, what you think about the real n-gg-z 187?

yo, they make some of the coooooolest sh-t i had never heard,

yo, when we came, g, i almost gave it up,
to the ruthless motherf-cking gangstas.
fear no man…

…because you’re sh-t man yourself,
time to put the world at yourself man.
me not seeing bobba-clot mobbing to see a p-ssy-clot run,
bob-bob-bob-bob-bob, keep babylon on the run, see…

ren:
the real n-gg-z is back, cause there’s to many bullsh-t records out,
n-gg-z beat it for what we put out.
but you don’t have to wait no longer,
because the new alb-m is out and the sh-t is much stronger.
so many groups made three alb-ms or more,
and their weak–ss sh-t is still sitting in the record-store.
they wonder why it never sold,
n-gg-z rapping since the seventies and still never went gold.
our first record sold two million copies,
that’s because you other motherf-ckers are sloppy.
you came out the streets and crossed over,
and after that your career is f-cking over.
because after that you’re not around,
so shut the f-ck up, and witness the sound of some real n-gg-z.

eazy:
yeah, motherf-cker.
keeping all you busters on the run in ninety-one, kick that sh-t ren.

ren:
most n-gg-z can’t understand,
and never will if they ain’t part of the ruthless mafia-clan.
n-gg-z is dedicated to the streets,
with hyped f-cking lyrics and a dope -ss beat.
the songs will never come soft, because i come off,
so don’t get in my way or motherf-cker you’ll be cut off.
and it’s something you can move your lips to,
to wrap around my d-ck and suck if it fits you.
and let me now if you wanna ride the d-i-c-k,
all day that’s with no play.
cause ain’t no rap group out, that i know,
that makes me wanna listen to the radio.
all i hear is motherf-ckers trying to make a comeback with lovesongs,
and that sh-t is whack.
and that’s why your -ss ain’t around,
cause you don’t have the motherf-cking sound of a real n-gg-.

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