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Immortal Technique Death March

know what I'm sick with Lyrical tuberculosis, cocaine overdoses Blood comin' out your noses that's when death approaches March to my death smiling, laugh

chick, chick.. You know what I'm sick with Lyrical tuberculosis, cocaine overdoses Blood coming out your noses, that's when death approaches March to my death

chick, chick.. You know what I'm sick with Lyrical tuberculosis, cocaine overdoses Blood coming out your noses, that's when death approaches March to my death

at command From Flatbush Ave. to Pickadilly Circuit We work this double edge to split the head of serpents To the finish which is my death breathe m