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******Black Orange*****
-----Verse-1
1.1
I see people in crosshairs,
I am their Phantom Menace.
Stakes are high, my feelings are numb
I have no mercy, no questions are asked
1.2
I`m blood thirsty, always wear a mask
I start working at dusk,
I do keep promises
You`ll not recognize the Metamorphosis
1.3
There is no a task above my merit
I draw debit if you afford the credit
Money`s blind and I have demands
In my deck there are only face cards.
1.4
I paint in shades of red
No brush needed,
Just give me cash,
I am very greedy
1.5
In small bills I prefer,
I spit on curfew
I'm the main act,
no need for preview.
1.6
Sort out your issues. mortality stats
are as such that you`ve got no chance
To escape my grip, so don`t trip
I`ll make you at peace, `cause I never miss.........
-----Chorus
Pop, pop, drop on the spot
Hit, hit, I make the blood drip
Run, run, your fear`s immense
hitman`s looking through the lens
CrossHairs, Crosshairs,
Crosshairs, Crosshairs
you cannot see
how fast my bullet travels.....
***** 2nd Verse*****
2.1
After every hit I sit in silence
It's eating me from the inside out
It's gnawing on my solid pride
It wants to end my final strife
2.2
Who are friends , who are the enemies?
What's yesterday today's pointless
My barrel's handle is the most valuable
Its service was the most memorable
2.3
I have no gods and no idols
I've toppled them from a mile's distance
Back then in the dry desert
Where crosses were fighting the crescents
2.4
Adults and adolescents
Were facing some tough choices
Whether to stay alive and provide
Or to claim their afterlife blessings
2.5
Do not mess with me
Or I`ll pop the cork
and blow the steam
and your lights will go dim
2.6
My hair is closely trimmed
My Oakley`s are totally blacked out
If you were my dad you`d be proud
Of what`s become of the wild mutt.
2.7
An abandoned attic is my hideout
Today`s client is quite stout
He`s an easy target
On this open black market.
--- Chorus
Pop, pop, drop on the spot
Hit, hit, I make the blood drip
Run, run, your fear`s immense
hitman`s looking through the lens
CrossHairs, Crosshairs,
Crosshairs, Crosshairs
you cannot see
how fast my bullet travels.....
--- Verse -3
3.1
Police sirens are loudly crying
Promises to the closest are quickly broken
Survival of the fittest is out of the window
The saddest emotions overpower my widow.
3.2
Clinging to the final seconds of life
I've lost all the reasons to try to survive
My dog tags are stating " No revival"
Today's the end of my eternal struggle
3.3
My hidden friend is solid and round
It can quickly take out the whole crowd
It's been with me through the darkest moments
The chemistry between us is very potent
3.4
I have not asked for its help but now
Its flash is bright, the bang is loud
I will take a bite of the black orange
It's been long overdue in its hidden storage
---Pre- Chorus
Flash, flash, feel the rush
Bang, bang, the body's crushed
Black orange is out and free
The light in the tunnel is finally here.
---Chorus
Pop, pop, drop on the spot
Hit, hit, I make the blood drip
Run, run, your fear`s immense
hitman`s looking through the lens
CrossHairs, Crosshairs,
Crosshairs, Crosshairs
you cannot see
how fast my bullet travels.....