Clipse - Let God Sort Em Out Chandeliers (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Clipse - Let God Sort Em Out Chandeliers (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
It's always the loudmouths
that can't count
The right price, I put the AR in the
saint's mouth (talk about it)
Bring all the watches
and the chains out
Heat come, I'm De Niro,
I got the safe house
(This is culturally inappropriate)
Surrounded by niggas with
tears that don't drip
(Talk about it)
That ain't the ghost that
you appear to go get
Finally got the courage but
you still a whole bitch
The rest of y'all on my
six year ago shit
Every move intentional,
the links is atypical
Like baseball in D.R., you
know what the stick'll do
We got the drop on your shadow
You know we can get to you
The pen to express my
drеams and expertise
And TEC's I squeezе
Coke spots all over like leprosy
It's a dark spirit tucked
behind the flesh you see
Got every single word
of the hex I need
The death I breathe, the death I see
Looks so good on ya, the
coffin wood on ya
Closed casket cause I'm only
siccing wolves on ya
Berlinetta horse power,
put them hooves on ya
Blow a half a mil in LV
leather goods on ya
We been doing this for eons
While you thirsty trying to figure
out who you can spill the tea on
I'm in coffee fields making mil's
You get the chills 'cause
this shit is real
Now let me ribbon bowtie your surprise
The feeling that you get
when you realize
It was really you that died
and we are so alive
Conspiracy theory, you
can't believe it's us
Soul leave your body like
a fentanyl rush
Dead on your back with
your eyes looking up
Chandeliers
Single-handedly boosted rap
to its truest place
Fuck speaking candidly,
I alone did rejuvenate
Hip-hop into its newest place
Made it cool for Grammy nominated LP's
from previous generation MC's
And that rings loud and reverberates
It's not fair to them, I'm thinking
I deserve the hate
Bring it, the only thing you
killing is precious time
Used to clash with Decepticons,
I was dumb, deaf and blind
So cancel me before I unleash
the "Panther" me
The pantheon is a family,
we some upstanding G's
The difference between regular
spitters and bosses
My principles' high
You need a glimpse of me from
satellites in orbit
Tape sabbaticals on avenues
Bring AK's on vacay's when
we paddle canoes
Follow the leader, Terminator
Hasta la vista, man of the year
Nasir, rockin' chandeliers
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