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    Текст песни Sunz Of Man - Flaming Swords

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    Reverend:
    My sons absolutes and friends
    I like the idea of being a soldier in the army of the lord
    (continues preaching)

    Arch Rivals
    We got the Kingston young ones over there running scared
    They aint seem to have a problem and its a bad one
    Ahh man Sunz of Man teaching everywhere
    got the children over here teaching them the problems
    And its the real one
    Ahh man now we got the ???? over there
    The Sunz of man solving problems, yo this the right one

    Verse 1:
    Guess this is the end, whatever how never, depart clever
    But not deadered to be real or to be severed
    A double-header, the black mecca respecta
    Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to chedders
    For the first setter who loves it wetter
    Well I can make it better
    In a bloodbath you letta
    black soggin, treaty, the ledger
    Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered
    New order, enough to register kill or be killed measurers
    Take you beyond the heist, forever so
    Doin out Little Italy to Mexico
    Now who be the next to go
    Will it be Sam, will it be Fran, or will it be Cisco
    Or strictly back to disco
    However though one and my own one, soo
    Never pet yo, full deck pro
    The most sensitive intensity the world could ever expect, yo
    Between two steels
    to keep it real I remember we used to pick cotton out of fields
    got it real got it down, yo

    Verse 2:
    As I break yo fuckin bones into pieces
    And make ya death the sweetest
    Punch a hole through ya cleavage
    By the way Howard Jesus
    I hope you been baptized
    Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black eyes
    And broken legs, a broken hip, and an IV attached to ya arm
    I remain calm, for the storm
    As I shake my javelin up in ya abdomen
    And then I grab ya friend
    And break his fuckin back, watch him collapse
    And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the whole nation
    Yall want more, I crank the chainsaw
    Next thing ya knowin, his head start rollin
    His body swollen, his fuckin tongue is stolen
    No more groin or colon, he's just moaning and groaning
    Exciting, clash of the titings, thunder and lighting
    Reveal the sword of the viking, it's frightening
    Put down yo fist they'll be no fighting
    Just sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo life
    And leave your carcass in the darkness
    Where the jackals prowl upon your grave
    Yo hear a howl from the cave
    Then I snatch out your arms and give to your moms
    Sing along sing along sing along

    Verse 3:
    Storm in my fiery harbor, til it get dark
    silver darts melt in your heart
    Then we begin to march, until we rip this whole fuckin world apart

    Verse 4:
    My team be strong, we live right or wrong
    death come calm, sweet wit a charm
    As I speak from the throne in my temple
    My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya level
    Devils in the mist, hate we exist
    Clique form my fist, punch you in your shit
    Styles murderous, sordid justice
    Judge those who bitch, cut those who snitch
    Modern Egypt, diamond presidents
    Drug measurements got us dead on cement
    Robbin for rent, guage in the trench
    Slave ever since, return of the prince
    Constantine the great, never go for bait
    Sunz of Man plan, gold in every state
    From Railhook to Libya deliver ya sword to the bombery
    My armory run the economy
    Rule is our policy
    The deaf dumb acknowledge me
    Like love peace and honesty
    The thugs on the street hustle to eat
    Cover you with sheets, we bury you in beats
    Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft melt
    We bomb like a stealth and give food for health
    Not a friend of me...

    Verse 5:
    Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air
    If I have to blaze yo I just wont care
    We roll in pairs, packin machines, movin supreme
    My team gleam, like matches and gasoline
    soldier fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic
    He died a tread, It was passed the asking
    In a bad position, ya should of stuck to yo fuckin religion
    Im worse than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons
    The demolitioner with the codse of honor
    You want drama? I'll bomb yo and yo mama...

    (Reverend talks till end)
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