Re-animation — текст песни (Linkin Park f Black Thought, The X-Ecuti)

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[Black Thought]
Forty-five caliber killer, right out of the Phila-
-dela thriller show you brothers how you not a guerilla
Smooth talkin, fully automatic weapon concealer
Taste thriller, great filler, hit `em with the Godzilla
Filthy stinkin, standin on side of ground and still be sinkin
Submergin in the Parks and still be Linkin
Pluck beef when it starts, but {fuck} your thinkin
It`s not a mirage
I rip the {motherfuckin} track up from out the garage
Where I`m hip to the duck, but it`s hard to dodge
In the back of that spine where my darts is lodged
Thought flippin straight up, rippin apart your squad
X-Ecutioner style, that cuts and blends
Like a syringe, we bangin you in each of your limbs
See me comin through your party hard, without no bodyguard
Smokin somethin, stompin on each of your Timbs
I`m the B to the L, the A, the C-King (uh huh..)
And when it comes to plannin the Thought, keep thinkin that

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