"Crime Wave Tehran" lyrics
(feat. Chinaski Black)
Warning signs of satanic behavior may be apparent. Such as;
A sudden bitterly antagonistic attitude towards family and religion
A drastic decline in academic performance
A reclusive behavior pattern and listening exclusively to heavy metal rock music almost to the point of addiction
When one or more of these warning signs are evident, you should look further for ritiual items such as a pentogram or other satanic symbols, black or red rose, a decorative dagger or knife, a chalice or goblet, black candles, a personal diary with a black cover which is called a book of shadows, and copies of publications, such as The satanic bible and the satanic rituals, and possibly, a small make-shift alter
If you discover items such as these, experts advise that you contact your local law enforcement agency at once
This is Boxcutter business, this is blade in the hand
I'm pulling rank on you motherfuckers – chain of command
Its Moroccan Fez acki, this is granules of sand
This is made of pure linen, this is ancient Iran
Know the dime sign, Quasimodo and shit
The magazine empty out, I'm reloading the shit
It was no fair, I was tryna live in the now
Mama scared, I ain't go into her crib in a while
This the master builder, this is the Yamasaki
Have a bunch of hitters clap you from the Kawasaki
Ebooki give his footage to Deez
That's what happen when you can't see the wood for the trees
A couple rounds popped into his visage
How can an unpolished mirror reflect an image?
It's always motion, action and devotion
And you ain't thinking homie, you be acting off emotion
[?]
The maiden bathing in a clear pool of fresh water
This the hiro fan's chalice, this the next slaughter
Perpendicular of a pyramid dress alter
I was taught the brazen bull is the best torture
If it ain't one thing, it's another
And I don't wait for motion, I'm a different motherfucker
Fools die, Mario Puzo
They slumped him like Angelo Bruno
He saw the Iron Age like a Canaanite
It's bags of trees here, vegetation height
You say my name, I'm fucking you up
Y'all are cloud chasing homie and enough is enough
Gun brawls, hand-to-hand, homie it's whatever
It's talking and it's action, and nobody live forever
So get yourself a blicky and chill
Or the ox is coming out buck 50 is grill
Toma
[?]
A sudden bitterly antagonistic attitude towards family and religion
A drastic decline in academic performance
A reclusive behavior pattern and listening exclusively to heavy metal rock music almost to the point of addiction
When one or more of these warning signs are evident, you should look further for ritiual items such as a pentogram or other satanic symbols, black or red rose, a decorative dagger or knife, a chalice or goblet, black candles, a personal diary with a black cover which is called a book of shadows, and copies of publications, such as The satanic bible and the satanic rituals, and possibly, a small make-shift alter
If you discover items such as these, experts advise that you contact your local law enforcement agency at once
This is Boxcutter business, this is blade in the hand
I'm pulling rank on you motherfuckers – chain of command
Its Moroccan Fez acki, this is granules of sand
This is made of pure linen, this is ancient Iran
Know the dime sign, Quasimodo and shit
The magazine empty out, I'm reloading the shit
It was no fair, I was tryna live in the now
Mama scared, I ain't go into her crib in a while
This the master builder, this is the Yamasaki
Have a bunch of hitters clap you from the Kawasaki
Ebooki give his footage to Deez
That's what happen when you can't see the wood for the trees
A couple rounds popped into his visage
How can an unpolished mirror reflect an image?
It's always motion, action and devotion
And you ain't thinking homie, you be acting off emotion
[?]
The maiden bathing in a clear pool of fresh water
This the hiro fan's chalice, this the next slaughter
Perpendicular of a pyramid dress alter
I was taught the brazen bull is the best torture
If it ain't one thing, it's another
And I don't wait for motion, I'm a different motherfucker
Fools die, Mario Puzo
They slumped him like Angelo Bruno
He saw the Iron Age like a Canaanite
It's bags of trees here, vegetation height
You say my name, I'm fucking you up
Y'all are cloud chasing homie and enough is enough
Gun brawls, hand-to-hand, homie it's whatever
It's talking and it's action, and nobody live forever
So get yourself a blicky and chill
Or the ox is coming out buck 50 is grill
Toma
[?]
Writer(s): Vincent Luviner, Barrie Dixon
