เพลง The Horns of Abraxas (Explicit)

The Horns of Abraxas (Explicit) - Roc Marciano/The Alchemist/ICE-T

Lyrics by：R. Meyer/A. Maman/T. Marrow

Composed by：R. Meyer/A. Maman/T. Marrow

Produced by：The Alchemist

Okay check this out man let me tell you a story

Story

Story

About doing a ******* favor for a friend right

We get in the car I start driving

He want me to dump it somewhere in long island

Like out in some you know marsh

Wild field or some

That wasn't something unexpected

'Cause the nigga been doing dirt for years

He gets in he gets out but this time it's the feds

So I know it's serious business

Heads or tails death or jail

Death or jail death or jail

The road to success was hell success was hell

With the bones of the dead soldiers we left a trail

Your soul just left your shell woo

The cobra shed it's scales

The coke was pelle pelle pelle

The rose rollie' pink champelle champelle

Handlin' pills sam cassell slide on 'em slide on 'em

Hit em' up style blu cantrell you

Can't tell right before your very eyes with no surprise

Uh the final level like ice this a zeitgeist

I bit the red mike and ike

Put out your lights like you got

Hit by iron mike with the right

I'm just on the mic exorcising my rights uh

Wild life bite your windpipe

I'm not the type you wanna pick up

At night tryna hitchhike uh

Look what I did with just a kitchen knife

The only thing missing was spice

I always had this particular vice

Vice

Vice

Vice

Vice

Vice

Vice

Vice

Uh right before your very eyes with no surprise talk

I fantasize about a fantacide uh

I'm standing over your dead parents fanning flies woo

The porsche panamera it flies flies flies

I'm wearing fear of god but I don't even fear god woo

The cardiologist can't hear my heart woop

I'm dark did a lot of robberies in the skylark yup

Left tire marks tire marks

Skrrt all this ice it don't hide my scars

Hide my scars

The firearm it belong on a tripod uh

Got this far without even trying hard

Imagine if I apply my smarts

Apply my smarts

Apply my smarts marci' marci'

So I was gloved up I ain't left

No prints in the ************

So I'm like yo this **** is just abandoned

So my curiosity got to me

Said why does this **** stink right

Stink right

I pop the trunk and listen my nigga

Two dead bodies in the back of the trunk

Plastic bags over they heads covered in maggots

Maggots

Maggots

Maggots two dead *************

I'm looking at this **** I'm like this nigga

This nigga