PDM Freeze Corleone lyrics english

PDM Freeze Corleone lyrics english

[Intro: Alpha 5.20]
May the demons tremble, my kingdom is not of this world
Desert the rap and the hanging gardens of Babylon
May the demons tremble, my kingdom is not of this world
Desert it rap and the hanging gardens of Babylon

[Verse 1: Alpha 5.20]
God bless my niggas, illegal stateless people
Children of Africa who brave the Nile but end up in front of the subway
Like the people of Moses in the blessed desert wandering
Back to the pyramids, thief of ‘obelisks , lousy were their clothes
We are Nubians, we will not submit to the Libyan Arabs
Death on the ground, Marc Foé Vivien

Supreme reign like Souleiman the magnificent
Catherine, Julien, or Laurent de Medicis
May the fire of my diatribes set the ears of the Antichrist ablaze
The swords of God descend from the sky then bless all of Africa
Four o’clock in the morning, I got up , in front of my lord, I will pay for my sins
Sell ​​my soul, you are only dreaming, Satan spoke, me, I refused

Shoot, shoot, empty my blood, of martyr, I am raised to the rank
The State wants just ruin my plans, pure re-noi armed with lead
nigga, do you feel my pain? Nigga, do you know the silence of the lambs?
The Damned of the Earth, from the little war, wages are poverty
Re-noi virile pregnant blonde from Bavaria
Our parents scared Himmler, Hitler, Macron, Rothschild, Bernard Kouchner

[Pre-chorus: Alpha 5.20]
I am the captive of God’s words, his will undo me I cannot
I am the captive of God’s words, his will undo me I cannot
I am the captive of the words of God, his will undo me I can not
I am the captive of the words of God, his will undo me I cannot

[Chorus: Alpha 5.20]
My hood calls for the death penalty (death penalty, death penalty)
My hood calls for the death penalty (death penalty, death penalty)
My hood demands the death penalty (death penalty, death penalty)
My hood calls for the death penalty (the fucking death penalty)

[Verse 2 : Freeze Corleone]
Death penalty for pederasts, nigga it’s plotting in Dakar on the
Concu ‘ terraces , without any stress, we terrace them, sedan black on black like a federal agent
Negro, to break through, you are waiting for a pact , I am waiting for the factor nigga, I wait for a
Target pack in the viewfinder, I pull the trigger, very far nigga so I wait for the impact
First year, Negro nation and culture, they know why they broke the noses of the sculptures

In the village for my burial , around me, I see
Supra nigger snakes and vultures like Kémi , they died like Kenny , on the production cut like Élie
I have my Ashanti like Nelly, death penalty for pedo-satanists like Kelly (ekip )
They do the thugs, we see them like the B2K
I call Young Game VX for the 2K glitches (swish)
Black power like Marcus nigga

I hit like Marcus nigga, succeed or die like Marcus nigga
Only syrup nigga, no d’Castel, no cap nigga, no caps
We grease them in balls like four pastels and sometimes I skid like Van Basten
Connected like extensions
I have a long arm, I have an extension, that the cash, bitch, so please extend, ekip

[Pre-chorus: Alpha 5.20]
I am the captive of the words of God, his will undo me, I cannot
I am the captive of the words of God, his will undo me, I cannot
I am the captive of words of God, his will undo me, I cannot
I am the captive of the words of God, his will undo me, I cannot

[Chorus: Alpha 5.20]
My hood calls for the death penalty (death penalty, death)
My hood calls for the death penalty (death penalty, death penalty)
My hood calls for the death penalty (death penalty, death penalty)
My hood demands the death penalty (the fucking death penalty )

[Verse 3: Shone]
Hey, bless Africa, let’s pray for our enemies
I whip you four hundred nights, then I say “it’s in the past, you have to forget”
Hey, they asked me what I do in life
I replied: ” I’m a black from Monday to Monday “
They want us to reek of defeat like Bonaparte in Haiti
It’s well told, yes, but for us, you’re a tho-my

We will always come back like Kenny, the German soldiers took us for zombies
Throw a wad in the air, I wanna watch them kill each other, these niggas are clowns
The system got you my brother, so naively, you think you’re doing it again
Every time liter that you deliver
Even with a full stomach, it hurts them
To notice that we are greasing,since I was little, I’ve been looking for the flaws
I see you hoping for their love, boy, you must wake up You might as well
go out at night and look for the sun

I’m not re-noi me, I’m twice black
Tel Micah, Xavier, Johnson, I I’m fed up with all that
They don’t know us but show us hatred
Don’t open your mouth if you’re going to do anything like the IGPN
Get rid of your chains, I have contempt, no pain
When I see Jean Messiha on his knees, proud of himself before the RN
Who’s holding the reins? Who takes pleasure in seeing us smoke in the arena?
Shock of social class slaves who che-cra in the
African queen of 9-3, boubou in a McLaren

[Chorus: Alpha 5.20]
My hood calls for the death penalty (death penalty, death penalty)
My hood calls for the death penalty (death penalty, death penalty)
My hood demands the death penalty (death penalty, death penalty)
My hood calls for the death penalty (the fucking fucking death penalty)

[Outro: Alpha 5.20]
Let the demons tremble, my kingdom is not of this world
Desert rap and the hanging gardens of Babylon
Let demons tremble, my kingdom is not of this world
Desert rap and the hanging gardens of Babylon
Let demons tremble, my kingdom is not of this world
Desert rap and the hanging gardens of Babylon
Let the demons tremble, my kingdom is not of this world
Desert rap and the hanging gardens of Babylon

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