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lirik lagu sleep – anja garbarek

please stay sleep, please stay sleep
please stay sleep, you n-gg-s stay sleep
sippin on six murder minutes, the sauce i give blood
from the cup to the coffin lid grill
silence for singin some many six songs
of a place they call heaven now skids or broke h-ll
christian or rune, my lithonia despite ghetto
suspension suspect a sent or no souls
sinister sins i decided distract on a ancient crucial
past like krueger’s is gross
satanic in scent were wrote on the scent
it’s so sacred created by lucifer slaves
silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp
in the land of protest a man-day
infinite six, eternal the six
forever the six i sits outta da flames
sick minded soldiers wit suffering
singing and searching to stable severe for some pain
scarecrow was me, i was sent from the ceiling
crossed over the th-rn on my venomous tips
such in the same antisocial by there is no sun
daily as the right wipe on my lips
indulge yourself with the posters
and noisy money and drugs interior golds
i tell you how is your profit
demand if it gets the whole world da new dinners and clothes

[gangsta boo]
i click so quick, my spells are slick
i’m comin’ again with much more
you n-gg-s be jealous cuz my profit sellin’
its f-cking yo b-tch but nig-ga- roes
just listen, i shouldn’ have to mention
yo -ss is in the click, you fell in the click
cuz you run yo mouth around the wrong misses b-tch
yo peep this, my n-gg-s be packin’ artillery making yo -ss whine

i’m packin’ this bomb -ss car that’s robbin yo -ss blind all the
time
you think i love you, never n-gg- i’m out to get my cheese
like roger rabbit, who framed the n-gg- that guy left on his
knees?
smokin’ out, cuz i need to get high before i go on my mission
my profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimpin’
so listen n-gg- before you think you got a convict (b-tch)
you got a steaming matter lil’ boy that want the lifestyle of
rich

[hook:]
sleep baby sleep
princes is all i dream
beware of this cloud, cuz it is just too deep
sleep baby sleep

[dj paul]
we pimpin up on these hoes wit the mack-10
the mack-12 hit ’em wit the mack-11
catch ya slippin at the 7-11
put the swords in the back of his cap, send him straight to
heaven 7
lily villains? couldn’t stop these hits
certainly when ya f-ck around wit da three six mafia on top a ya

game, really gotta wake ’em up wit the piggy bank
really tho, sissy hoe, we up in ya house
boo under da bed, crunchy behind da couch
get ’em up wit galled off
wit da mother f-cking sh-t we talkin’ about
thug’d out, drugged out, already
get ’em in they mother f-cking sleep like freddy
split it, doin’ it, them m-th- f-ckin n-gg-s doin’ it
pourin’ it, the m-th- f-ckin posse b-tch
while you thinking we slackin’ up, we jackin’ up yo f-ckin sh-t

enemies from day one, but today sons, don’t last, so ball it
where ya run at? da three six gun that, all b-tches about the
cheap
hangin low and standin’ hi, stayin’ hi, on the m-th- f-ckin
street

[crunchy black]
should i let a n-gg- live?
should i let a n-gg- die?
i should watch a n-gg- cry
while i sing dem lullaby
as da tears h-t the floor
dealin’ sh-t, how not a roar?
crunchy black is not a wh-r-
and raven red and heavens door
as i soar through yo life
you be beggin’ for some christ
aint no m-th- f-ckin’ christ
all i wanna see is die

[juicy j]
yo sleep at night, we coming through yo m-th- f-ckin’ window
pane
make sure at night, you shut it tight so the killer wont split
ya brain
don’t make a move in ya room you better believe it’s a big
surprise
nuttin but them two like a glock boy a sick infrared between ya
eyes
tie that b-tch up wit the gray tape,
rest of the body wrap it up wit a belt
chop, chop, chop, cut the dead body up till ya know theres
nothing left
please stay sleep!

- anja garbarek

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