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    Run Dmc Back From Hell текст песни

    Back From Hell

    On the lower level where the devils dwell..
    Comin from the one, comin back from hell

    ["Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -> scratched by Jay]

    Peepin out the window, checkin on the criminals
    Out in the yard, it’s hard, but you’re in
    so you do your time and never let the time do ya
    He lost his mind that’s what the time’ll do to ya
    A brother in the box screamin find a ciggarette
    Niggaz walkin by ain’t tryin to hear that
    So off to the Day Room, a fight in progress
    A brother got sliced and diced over nonsense
    D.O.I., Dead On the Island
    The life the knife the price, for wigga-wildin
    Never a day, I say I’m not leavin
    Long as I live in a crib and I’m breathin
    Four years done, another one in a cell
    Don’t need nobody to come, cause I’ll be back from hell

    ["Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -> scratched by Jay]

    Fire and brimstone, sendin ‘em home
    to the brownstone, and on the streets that he roamed
    Before he got locked up, he sewed the whole block up
    People would jock, because he cooked the rock
    Caught by the cop, he’s knocked, and now he’s faceless
    The spot was hot, he’s Scott, that’s what his name is
    When he was out with clout, people surround him
    Now that he’s in the pen, niggaz downed him
    Wait upstate, for the day, til they free the man
    In ’98, be straight, and then you’ll see him again
    Ready to kill, and steal, ill and build
    a flyer empire, higher, still runnin the ‘ville

    ["Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -> scratched by Jay]

    Boy goin to hell, another day in the dark
    The brother wait in the park, blind faded and stalked
    Naked, out to die and not movin
    He needs a fix by six that means you’ve been
    strung out, your lung out, foamin with your tongue out
    Back to hell and well, that’s where you hung out
    for the past and last year, your acts for cash here
    Crash and smash any ass to get a blast yeah
    The brother smother his mother, for another one
    Then ill and kill, with the other son
    For crack as well, the brother black he yell
    You just stop and think, he’s comin back from hell

    ["Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -> scratched by Jay]

    .. «from the depths of hell and you can smell the smoke!»

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