paroles de chanson Head Top - Virus Syndicate , Kompany

Yo
We're not playing no fucking games this year
It's Virus Syndicate
Kompany
Disciple
I'm too deep
Wavy like rough seas
Rain like monsoon heat
Eat up MCs like one, two, three
Then crazy man flows me and [?]
Raise the bar high
Real mic OG
My hooks are like white lines
My OD
Primal heat
We got Disciple
Try compete
The Virus went viral
Live on street
Time will tell
Get em boxed in like a zygote cell
Money from the west
To the Bible belt
I'm fully on fire
I'm alive and well
I'm a rising hell
I've got the title belt
Killing every white blood cell
They don't want it like time in jail
Got too many [?] they tried and failed
Aim for the head top taking em out
One shot taking em out
We got the sickness breaking em out
Aim for the head top taking em out
Taking em out, taking em out, taking em out, taking em out
Out, out, out, out
Aim for the head top taking em out
Aim for the head top taking em out
Aim for the head top taking em out
Back, back, back
Back with a banger
Aim for the head top
Kill off your team
One sixteen and it's all too much
Gonna kill off your dream
Man wanna jump on dubstep
Try get big off the scene
But we've been in the game since Rusko came
What the fuck do you mean?
Bangers, watch man light em up
Jump on set, quick liven it up
Used to write bars with pen and paper
Now I'm sat here typing em up
I got my eyes on the cup
I'm on the rise and I'm up
Purple spray on my cup
Merk all night in the club
Merk all night in the club
Aim for the head top taking em out
One shot taking em out
We got the sickness breaking em out
Aim for the head top taking em out
Taking em out, taking em out, taking em out, taking em out
Out, out, out, out
Aim for the head top taking em out
Aim for the head top taking em out
Check this
Aim for the head top taking em out