Cold, Dark, And Empty
    (专辑: God Of The Serengeti - 2012)
    
    [Smoke:]  Godson, large guns, hard drums  Prolems, plastic livers and hard lungs  Far from, a 
colorful artist  Untroubled regardless, humble and cautious, zoology starts  Game of Throne, we upend the 
farthest  Check out my horos[cope], I'm the 
lion in the 
jungle  Rob you niggas on the 
ave, you buy a 
hundred bundles  You don't understand struggle? I'll rob you for your gun tool  I'm barkin on police, monster on the 
beats  Got a 
chopper in the 
car? Gotta chopper in the 
streets  Make it hard for you to breathe, Parkinson's disease  And part of my beliefs don't make it hard for me to squeeze  I'm starting to agree; niggas don't love us  Niggas don't want us, niggas don't trust us niggas can't touch us!  My life that's on paper? That's the 
shit that I 
publish  Stab your sister in private, your brother in public, nigga   You can't kill me I'm dead already, his head is petty  My metal heavy, G-O-D of the 
Serengeti  Crazy Eddie machetes, I 
keep 'em in a 
Chevy  My metal heavy, G-O-D of the 
Serengeti   [FT:]  Just a 
young boy doing broke man shit  Running through the 
hood with a 
big four fifth  Spit on your poster, clique full of vultures  One shot, bet I'll leave your liver on your shoulders  I'll make your heart stop beating, your wife start cheating  She speaking with a 
mouthful of semen  We angels, y'all demons  If you think that you can fuck with the 
gods you're dreaming  Cause my flow is like hell when you battle me  You bout to step into the 
realms of reality  Let's get it popping motherfucker  For playing with pimping now y'all paying expenses  Like doctor bills, you're not for real  I 
cock the 
steel over pot and pills, even cops get killed  On the 
block with a 
Glock before I 
got the 
deal  I 
don't care, somewhere there's a 
slot to fill, nigga   [Smoke:]  Godson, large guns, hard drums  Prolems, plastic livers and hard lungs  Far from, a 
colorful artist  Untroubled regardless, humble and cautious, zoology starts  Game of Throne, we upend the 
farthest  Check out my horos[cope], I'm the 
lion in the 
jungle  Rob you niggas on the 
ave, you buy a 
hundred bundles  You don't understand struggle? I'll rob you for your gun tool  I'm barkin on police, monster on the 
beats  Got a 
chopper in the 
car? Gotta chopper in the 
streets  Make it hard for you to breathe, Parkinson's disease  And part of my beliefs don't make it hard for me to squeeze  I'm starting to agree; niggas don't love us  Niggas don't want us, niggas don't trust us niggas can't touch us!  My life that's on paper? That's the 
shit that I 
publish  Stab your sister in private, your brother in public, nigga   The 
Dim Mak teacher, the 
Book of Enoch reader  The 
five deadly venom chest beater, the 
chess teacher  The 
guest speaker, the 
Miami flesh eater  I'm the 
physical of severely compressed ether  Carry wisdom of a 
severely distressed Gita  The 
act of cowardice you display is your best feature  Chastiser of the 
enemy, Death's reaper  Logic dictate experience the 
best teacher  I 
gave him two choices he didn't deserve either  Confession doesn't work to a 
deeply disturbed preacher  Everything is painted with blood from a 
snub heater  Father please instruct me on how to perform pitra  Smoked in every country a 
lot of the 
bomb reefer  Poked in every country a 
lot of the 
don divas  I 
was resurrected by tropical storm Jesus  I 
was then selected to slaughter deformed fetus   [Smoke:]  Godson, large guns, hard drums  Prolems, plastic livers and hard lungs  Far from, a 
colorful artist  Untroubled regardless, humble and cautious, zoology starts  Game of Throne, we upend the 
farthest  Check out my horos[cope], I'm the 
lion in the 
jungle  Rob you niggas on the 
ave, you buy a 
hundred bundles  You don't understand struggle? I'll rob you for your gun tool  I'm barkin on police, monster on the 
beats  Got a 
chopper in the 
car? Gotta chopper in the 
streets  Make it hard for you to breathe, Parkinson's disease  And part of my beliefs don't make it hard for me to squeeze  I'm starting to agree; niggas don't love us  Niggas don't want us, niggas don't trust us niggas can't touch us!  My life that's on paper? That's the 
shit that I 
publish  Stab your sister in private, your brother in public, nigga