LYRICS
作词 : Robert Diggs/Darryl Hill/T. WASHINGTON
作曲 : Robert Diggs/Darryl Hill/T. WASHINGTON
Uhh, yeah, what, uhh, yeah
Darts of armored warfare,
Deep the rhyme
Caprice Deep in levels, alibi havin rebel could play this competition for pounds in the state of permission
Conversation bout this kid
Killa Bamz
You want defense, man to man, location
Shaolin New
York It ain't nuthin to talk or walk
Get dark son, economic times to fault
Style is mangohead stagnated from soft
What the **** you thought, we was given support?
Live from
Beatdown,
Shaolin success, bypass the rest
Move sixty deep,
Dutch with the charm
One hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombs
Holdin dart guns in palms
One hundred divine cyphers,
Killa Bamz
I pack the dart gun hate to see another death in the fam
Uhh, yeah, what pump up your fist (3X) if you love this **** pump up your fist (3X) if you love this **** [Tekitha]
Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion
I'm bruising
Meth-Tical illusions, salutin my blade
Tongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary weary
Teary fear me, clearly, the pearl drop
Time stop, holdin shop, shockwave be brave
Ghetto came style is maim out to lunch
Out to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewel
My life control the cruise, ten deadly touches too
Grip the Dutches move, swing rough to cut ya is the one to seek philosophy in crutches
You disbelieve, in the
T Truth Equal
King Islam
Truth Heard
Alive, TEK
ITHA Bust the cypher on the
Gods, bust the cypher on the
Gods pump up your fist (3X) if you love this **** pump up your fist (3X) if you love this **** [Cappadonna]
Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the pen
Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end
Whatever I do, y'all imitate -- try to come close but can't come straight;
I branch out
Terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats
Bare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sons that'll rain on your gang, you're too plain
My shit is uncut, high level high like a plane
Bigger bite bigger mic underground beneath these streets
W-T-C, leaky leak
Time meet,
Chi meet, ain't nuttin sweet
Pakistan,
Iran clan is like
Christ Word to
Poltergeist, smash every tape
Deep thoughter, out of order, off
Seven thirty, bugged like psycho from the
Bronx Wild like fat pen child to be the rap
Lawrence Martin
Eyes like lills, mescaline pills
Three bills worth of darts, pump the heart
Bottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once again
It's the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary execution
Executive approachin,
Tang a demonstration
Pillage Incorporated, first place
A thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champ
Lamp on the beatbreak, camp on verses
Cheat on producers, men go working
Rhymes make a mill-in, born
Park Hill'n
Internal lyrics, expose the profane
Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change pump up your fist (3X) if you love this **** pump up your fist (3X) if you love this **** pump up your fist (3X) if you love this ****