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Hypothesis Video (MV)




Performed By: Darkim Be AllahChrist
Length: 2:28
Written by: Darkim Be AllahChrist




Darkim Be AllahChrist - Hypothesis Lyrics




Strap in for take off
Christ beat brakes off
Type talk slow, so he could play it off
F*ck cops, stop and flip the mayor off
Looking for God couldn't find the ocean
Shape matter put time in motion
Bitch niggas that walk in open
Talk to they hoe friends
NEw York here we go again
King Christ the llama vs. the the shogun
Tried to beat me
But I never let my eyes deceive me
Should we believe that he's a G
Start easily
See the God vis a vis
How you see degree
You're playing in a league with me
He G-O-D
Bust shots at the tourney
Come from a block where cops is tyranny
Weed smoke along my journey.
Badge and gun still fearin me
Large heat, God speak you see it clear
Step in these streets you better be prepared
Gun shots creepin thru the atmosphere

Darkim Spoke for a while
Darkim Allah drop math on them niggas too
Darkim Spoke for a while
Darkim Allah drop math on them niggas too
Darkim Spoke for a while
Darkim Allah drop math on them niggas too
Darkim Spoke for a while
Darkim Allah drop math on them niggas too

Blackman is God, what I teach is hated
Like my gat long street related
Still reaching for the peak, don't speak to haters
Don't pardon me
Them motherf*ckers ungodly
Nigga talking smart he could spar with me
The God keep patience
Call a war, get the streets bakin
Play the black card, key to the nation
Building with the G-O-D's amazin
Science I reveal could never be mason
From back when I was locked down with 3 cases
Rock mic harder
King Christ sacrifice your martyr
Lock in like the fights of Sparta
Quote heavenly
Same God I forever be
Never let a snitch see to tell on me
The God Beat felonies
Killer Gs in the cell with me
King Christ Degrees in my memory
I live the science
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Strap in for take off
Christ beat brakes off
Type talk slow, so he could play it off
F*ck cops, stop and flip the mayor off
Looking for God couldn't find the ocean
Shape matter put time in motion
Bitch niggas that walk in open
Talk to they hoe friends
NEw York here we go again
King Christ the llama vs. the the shogun
Tried to beat me
But I never let my eyes deceive me
Should we believe that he's a G
Start easily
See the God vis a vis
How you see degree
You're playing in a league with me
He G-O-D
Bust shots at the tourney
Come from a block where cops is tyranny
Weed smoke along my journey.
Badge and gun still fearin me
Large heat, God speak you see it clear
Step in these streets you better be prepared
Gun shots creepin thru the atmosphere

Darkim Spoke for a while
Darkim Allah drop math on them niggas too
Darkim Spoke for a while
Darkim Allah drop math on them niggas too
Darkim Spoke for a while
Darkim Allah drop math on them niggas too
Darkim Spoke for a while
Darkim Allah drop math on them niggas too

Blackman is God, what I teach is hated
Like my gat long street related
Still reaching for the peak, don't speak to haters
Don't pardon me
Them motherf*ckers ungodly
Nigga talking smart he could spar with me
The God keep patience
Call a war, get the streets bakin
Play the black card, key to the nation
Building with the G-O-D's amazin
Science I reveal could never be mason
From back when I was locked down with 3 cases
Rock mic harder
King Christ sacrifice your martyr
Lock in like the fights of Sparta
Quote heavenly
Same God I forever be
Never let a snitch see to tell on me
The God Beat felonies
Killer Gs in the cell with me
King Christ Degrees in my memory
I live the science
Share guns with Fame Labs alliance
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Darkim Be AllahChrist
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