F*ck 'immigration'
Coming straight from the Underground
They wanna come and give me The run around
They see me coming and they Put their shutters now
Imma hurricane whipping all These words again and when
They ask me where I'm from Bitch I say the temple gang
The temple
Made of rebels
Cook the kettle
Gold medals
But we Never settle
With the Shao Lin Fist (fist)
Look down and
Your wrists look slit (slit)
Maybe you made our hit list (hit list)
When the hour comes
Your grave says rip (rip)
Don't give me lip
On that round world trip (trip)
Chronic and tonic
Imma take a sip (sip)
With my chakrams
Imma shock em
When the cops come
Gotta stop, run
Gonna gonna pop guns
Runnna runna stop none
Drumma Drumma not done
See me where I'm at
Always reppin temple Motherf*cking facts
R I to the G G S
Best rapper you've seen in a While
Killin motherf*ckers with just One freestyle
Ready when the wind blows
That Freddy Flinstone
I'm that yabba dabba dude
Doesn't matter what you do
I'm still bangin with the crew
Dead to the floor
Split vest through the core
Got Kitannas and swords
For any motherf*cker who said He was raw
Graduated from academy
Sedated criminality
Bad mentality
And they mad at me
Philanthropy
A rap regime
You wanna battle? please
A machine snappin spleens
AGAGGAGAHHHH
The temple
Made of rebels
Cook the kettle
Gold medals
But we Never settle
With the Shao Lin Fist (fist)
Look down and
Your wrists look slit (slit)
Maybe you made our hit list (hitlist)
When the hour comes
Your grave says rip (rip)
Don't give me lip
On that round world trip (trip)
Chronic and tonic
Imma take a sip (sip)
Kick in the door
When I'm flipping the flow
Isis when I write this
I'm the nicest
And we always do it like this
The birds they'll sing as
The church bells ring
For a king with the ring
As the pendulum swings
Third eye open
I am the chosen
High on the potion
Cries of the ocean
My own devotion
Prize of the token
Price of emotion
Plight of the broken
The temple
Made of rebels
Cook the kettle
Gold medals
But we Never settle
With the Shao Lin Fist
Look down and
Your wrists look slit
Maybe you made our hit list
When the hour comes
Your grave says rip
Don't give me lip
On that round world trip
Chronic and tonic
Imma take a sip
The Temple - Jackie Lyrics
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F*ck 'immigration'
Coming straight from the Underground
They wanna come and give me The run around
They see me coming and they Put their shutters now
Imma hurricane whipping all These words again and when
They ask me where I'm from Bitch I say the temple gang
The temple
Made of rebels
Cook the kettle
Gold medals
But we Never settle
With the Shao Lin Fist (fist)
Look down and
Your wrists look slit (slit)
Maybe you made our hit list (hit list)
When the hour comes
Your grave says rip (rip)
Don't give me lip
On that round world trip (trip)
Chronic and tonic
Imma take a sip (sip)
With my chakrams
Imma shock em
When the cops come
Gotta stop, run
Gonna gonna pop guns
Runnna runna stop none
Drumma Drumma not done
See me where I'm at
Always reppin temple Motherf*cking facts
R I to the G G S
Best rapper you've seen in a While
Killin motherf*ckers with just One freestyle
Ready when the wind blows
That Freddy Flinstone
I'm that yabba dabba dude
Doesn't matter what you do
I'm still bangin with the crew
Dead to the floor
Split vest through the core
Got Kitannas and swords
For any motherf*cker who said He was raw
Graduated from academy
Sedated criminality
Bad mentality
And they mad at me
Philanthropy
A rap regime
You wanna battle? please
A machine snappin spleens
AGAGGAGAHHHH
The temple
Made of rebels
Cook the kettle
Gold medals
But we Never settle
With the Shao Lin Fist (fist)
Look down and
Your wrists look slit (slit)
Maybe you made our hit list (hitlist)
When the hour comes
Your grave says rip (rip)
Don't give me lip
On that round world trip (trip)
Chronic and tonic
Imma take a sip (sip)
Kick in the door
When I'm flipping the flow
Isis when I write this
I'm the nicest
And we always do it like this
The birds they'll sing as
The church bells ring
For a king with the ring
As the pendulum swings
Third eye open
I am the chosen
High on the potion
Cries of the ocean
My own devotion
Prize of the token
Price of emotion
Plight of the broken
The temple
Made of rebels
Cook the kettle
Gold medals
But we Never settle
With the Shao Lin Fist
Look down and
Your wrists look slit
Maybe you made our hit list
When the hour comes
Your grave says rip
Don't give me lip
On that round world trip
Chronic and tonic
Imma take a sip
Coming straight from the Underground
They wanna come and give me The run around
They see me coming and they Put their shutters now
Imma hurricane whipping all These words again and when
They ask me where I'm from Bitch I say the temple gang
The temple
Made of rebels
Cook the kettle
Gold medals
But we Never settle
With the Shao Lin Fist (fist)
Look down and
Your wrists look slit (slit)
Maybe you made our hit list (hit list)
When the hour comes
Your grave says rip (rip)
Don't give me lip
On that round world trip (trip)
Chronic and tonic
Imma take a sip (sip)
With my chakrams
Imma shock em
When the cops come
Gotta stop, run
Gonna gonna pop guns
Runnna runna stop none
Drumma Drumma not done
See me where I'm at
Always reppin temple Motherf*cking facts
R I to the G G S
Best rapper you've seen in a While
Killin motherf*ckers with just One freestyle
Ready when the wind blows
That Freddy Flinstone
I'm that yabba dabba dude
Doesn't matter what you do
I'm still bangin with the crew
Dead to the floor
Split vest through the core
Got Kitannas and swords
For any motherf*cker who said He was raw
Graduated from academy
Sedated criminality
Bad mentality
And they mad at me
Philanthropy
A rap regime
You wanna battle? please
A machine snappin spleens
AGAGGAGAHHHH
The temple
Made of rebels
Cook the kettle
Gold medals
But we Never settle
With the Shao Lin Fist (fist)
Look down and
Your wrists look slit (slit)
Maybe you made our hit list (hitlist)
When the hour comes
Your grave says rip (rip)
Don't give me lip
On that round world trip (trip)
Chronic and tonic
Imma take a sip (sip)
Kick in the door
When I'm flipping the flow
Isis when I write this
I'm the nicest
And we always do it like this
The birds they'll sing as
The church bells ring
For a king with the ring
As the pendulum swings
Third eye open
I am the chosen
High on the potion
Cries of the ocean
My own devotion
Prize of the token
Price of emotion
Plight of the broken
The temple
Made of rebels
Cook the kettle
Gold medals
But we Never settle
With the Shao Lin Fist
Look down and
Your wrists look slit
Maybe you made our hit list
When the hour comes
Your grave says rip
Don't give me lip
On that round world trip
Chronic and tonic
Imma take a sip
Writer: Jonathan Ramos, Steven Vidal
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid