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The Unusuals is an American crime television series created by Noah Hawley for ABC. It follows the detectives in the New York City Police Department's fictional 2nd Precinct, many of whom have their secret eccentricities. The series ran for one season from April 8, 2009, to June 17, 2009. more »

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I got heaven in my whip
Sacred peace
I got devils on my 6
Pray for me
I got pressure on me
Please don't press your luck
I ain't been feeling same
It's like an adrenaline rush
I got heaven up in my ride Sacred peace
Know these devils tryna slide Pray for me
I got pressure on me
No weapon shall prosper
Oh there go that feeling again They've created a monster
Introducing the connect
Used to be the plug
Like circuit city
Had to move to the next Progress
God still working with me
Sumn simple in the glove box
With a nipple on it nigga
Tough titty
Soon as they hit the blade
Niggas stay in the cut like a Buck 50 for the subsidies
I go savage psychopathic
I don't have it all
So gimme some space
Writtens about all the
Pistols you peeling
But niggas ain't peeling a grape
I do not care if you
Feeling offended sir
Why are you still in my face
My niggas gone pull up and pull out the
Fill in the blank
Swerving the paint
Miss me with the witchcraft
you niggas can burn
At the stake
I can interpret the
Words of the serpents
Who blatantly murder my race
No vertebrae but think
They deserve to be
Greeted at the pearly gates Word to the saints
Please keep me in yall prayers
Cause they keep me in
Cross hairs
Thank the lord i'm god's child
Cause somebody just lost theirs
Alls fair in love and war
Life's a bitch
Let it run its course
All here and accounted for
Pall bearers beloved corpse
I got heaven in my whip
Sacred peace
I got devils on my 6
Pray for me
I got pressure on me
Please don't press your luck
I ain't been feeling same
It's like an adrenaline rush
I got heaven up in my ride Sacred peace
Know these devils tryna slide Pray for me
I got pressure on me
No weapon shall prosper
Oh there go that feeling again They've created a monster
All I need are my guns and gold
An exit plan when shit unfolds
The world you know can get Cold and phony when
None the wise
Can see through em
Running towards the rapture My lord their after your Throne so how can one know
When they
Crown their masters
To a kingdom after
They've trimmed the masses
My home
Watch em program
The modern days
Unexplained things
Got em all afraid
Fear
Years left in the final pages When no one there kept their Faith in greatness
None is sacred in this
Gray oasis
Guide stones from fallen angels
behind drones and a Combination of strings to
Keep us encaged
Above and so is below
Trying to find balance
When traveling roads
While battling ghost where Cannibals roam with
Motive for global control
Us unusual folk
Unamused by the smoke and Mirrors the killers evoked
In the heat of the moment
The fleeting aroma
From bullets will
Shatter your dome
They'll save face
When the town calls
But pray hate
For your downfall
And evade grace
Like an outlaw
In this grey space
Of a wormhole
It's a rat race
In a free fall
A hostile and volatile
Street brawl
Till it's hell flames
From a piece drawn
With the caliber to
Actually meet god
I got heaven in my whip
Sacred peace
I got devils on my 6
Pray for me
I got pressure on me
Please don't press your luck
I ain't been feeling same
It's like an adrenaline rush
I got heaven up in my ride Sacred peace
Know these devils tryna slide Pray for me
I got pressure on me
No weapon shall prosper
Oh there go that feeling again They've created a monster
I got pressure on me
Pressure on me
I got pressure on me
No weapon shall prosper
Oh there go that feeling again
They've created a monster
I got pressure on me
Pressure on me
I got pressure on me
No weapon shall prosper
Oh there go that feeling again
They've created a monster

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