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Dr. Zodiak feat. Shabazz the Disciple "Superkool" (HD)

Directed by Dr. Zodiak http://www.zodiaksmoonrock.com Booking Info: [email protected] Dr. Zodiak's Plugs: IG:   / drzodiak   Twit:   / drzodiaksicfuc   Facebook:   / felonyfights1   Shabazz the Disciple feat. Dr. Zodiak "Superkool". LYRICS: i praise the lord above please forgive me for my sins all i want is happiness for my fam and friends always pursue loot but i never sold crack why would i put my own people on a deathPATH its a set back whipped like a wetback my dad used to slam his veins with that wet smack laying on the floor like a new born baby crippled foaming at the mouth made my childish brain ripple started crying could my old dad be dying i love him with my heart even though his head was frying he told me to go to school i said fuck school hanging with the boys on the block superkools half of their bodies embedded with them bullet wounds lungs missing with flesh ripping inhaling fumes most of my friends are hypes i guess i like that type mensreated mind set with a blazing light the government wants us locked up behind bars slave labor is back america we starve dumb fucks slanging dope in lump humps you kill your brothers karmas gunna come and cut ya when you get locked learn from the 1st shot or face a 2nd strike third one will be your life its a cold game, its a old game, selling cocaine your gunna loose your brain fast cash quick ass you always played too fast life in the fast lane moving like a freight train going off the rails bout to slide like snails we need to all unite go to school in like light an honest tongue is precious to get you out the trenches, avoid the wenches, stay away from satans clenches? remain righteous right you go maintain the tightness keep your friends close, enemies closer big boasters get throwin up in the toaster maintain low pro like a fucking street duster save your cash like a jew with a million stashed that's how the zodiak killer gets up in that ass i pray for our fathers doing life in prison or hit with hollow shells and now their souls risen until the kingdom come im a clean this gun hold me a place in heaven forever amen heavenly father forgive me for my transgressions hand in my blessings for them grams and them hand weapons the hood recessions have all us chasing for ?..possessions im in this vocal booth now sending up confessions the crack era turned my hood to a horror film the smack era sent my father to the spirit realm so many bullet wounds behind that metal fence million diamond needles fists and legs like elephants my old dad used to bundle hectares of diesel hooked on the stash started shooting up and sharing needles his brother pierced his own vein with the same needle they got they veins cue cards like ...? we bagged the first brick and the p's? to distributed to the whole demise of the hood we all contributed plague of addiction hassle to us eviction? so much affliction, prison visits, murder convictions we went to war for our women and our daily bread my adversaries gun jammed right at my fucking head angles protect me ....???? feel like the lord forgot me yay though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death i fear no evil breast plate cover my chest a black eagles and 40 cal comfort me backing up at the table in the presence of my enemies cup runneth over with hennessy blowing chiba we ? shiva judas try to deliver me making him lay down in green pastures having their mom sendin their 23rd song over their caskets dr. zodiak yg 400 pillsbury lyric1