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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Radamiz
Radamiz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radhames Rodriguez
Radhames Rodriguez
Songwriter
Dimitri Morisseau
Dimitri Morisseau
Songwriter
Benjamin Poupore
Benjamin Poupore
Songwriter
Frsh Waters
Frsh Waters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Graymatter
Graymatter
Producer

Lyrics

Even people who want to go to heaven Don't want to die to get there And yet, death is very likely The single best invention of life It's life's change agent: it clears out the old To make way for the new Warriorr, warriorr, warriorr Warriorr, warriorr, warriorr Warriorr, warriorr, warriorr Warriorr, warriorr, warriorr Warriorr, warriorr, warriorr Zig Zag Zig's off the zig zags The hands, that can change the world forever Puts the indica together Rarely, just at times where the camaraderie calls for it Take a hit with you for scholarly sharing of war stories I'm all in it, my all's on it, Allah's talking More viral than flying saucers while rhyming off-beat Spit like Trugoy, gift my girl a Uruguay They hit Brigante to sign us like Sudafed For the useful breath The Reporters gon' vomit, the President's praying The mothers lamenting, the gangsters escaping Mali wop bricks of cocaine with depression Mardi Gras whips still unpaid is my preference Taj Mahal crib for my kids, I'm a peasant I'd barely exist if it wasn't for leverage Put my pub in my daughter's name should I perish 30 years dodging tacklers, all American, all American What you call a carnivore we eat for breakfast Burn the Brioche, yogurt, Caffeine beverage We ate unfulfilled wishes as adolescents Warriorr, warriorr, warriorr Warriorr, warriorr, warriorr Warriorr, warriorr, warriorr Warriorr, warriorr, warriorr Warriorr, warriorr, warriorr Give a fuck what they say, I'ma execute Catch the body then windex the residue Death comes in threes, it's trisexual Told the law enforcement "How much have you bonded with the community you profit off Making poverty monstrous?" Something I said trickled into his subconscious Leo Tolstoy blasting, something hid in glove compartment Never owned a white flag, I'm the winner's winner With no scar I can kill a Simba Popping off with precision when tensions lift up Maniac with the kismet, religious sinner Give my brain to the church Eat my skin for dinner I done blitzed, remember Put the stilts on the inf for little Diagnostics can't believe what they seen within him Diagnostics only saw Psalms, red wine and riddles Warriorr, warriorr, warriorr Warriorr, warriorr, warriorr Warriorr
Writer(s): Benjamin Poupore, Dimitri Morisseau, Frsh Waters, Radhames Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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