paroles de chanson Coka Kings - Vinnie Paz , La Coka Nostra
Yo
you
get
hit
like
surface-to-air
missiles,
get
crashed
like
Zildjian
cymbals
My
aura
is
a
force-field
that
can
withstand
pistols
And
nuclear
payloads
that
erase
whole
continents
Turn
global
occupants
to
smouldering
apocalypse
Coka
inclined
to
pain,
Coka
and
the
Hologram
Broken
Bottle
Gang,
buck-fifty
you
in
Rotterdam
My
goons
are
carnivores
and
outlaws
that
start
wars
Scarred
yours
like
dartboards,
drop
you
where
the
sharks
swarm
Sub-zero
freezing
weather,
gun
below
the
Peewee
sweater
Shoot
lead,
green
Beretta,
you
dead,
we
forever
Spaz
with
the
Uzi,
hold
the
chromey
to
peel
Uncle
Howie
bragged
he
used
to
do
coke
with
Toni
Tennille
Flame
with
the
molotov,
common
place
like
date
rapes
in
college
dorms
I
make
the
planet
rock
like
Afrika
Bambaataa
songs
Die
effective
martyrs,
deaded
for
doom
Coka
Kings
riot
tested
Armageddon
approved
This
Coka
Kings,
hard
body
shit,
you
know
that
we
a
problem
Coka
Kings,
the
dope
stuff
9-lethal
rap,
Pazienza,
Coka
Nos′
Three
murderers,
father
and
son
and
holy
ghost
Dig
a
hole,
carry
the
head
of
a
Trojan
goat
My
voice
carry
the
power
that's
from
Jehovah′s
throat
Pazienza
paranoid
so
the
toaster's
close
Premonition
of
pain
inside
the
vulture's
cloak
My
cousin
Lethal
cut
it
up
like
it
was
soap
and
coke
The
fat
bastard
a
track
master
like?
My
bitch
carry
my
hat
on
her
side,
a?
bag
I
leave
you
covered
in
shells
like
you
a
hermit
crab
Steadfast
and
bled
fast
when
the
curtain
dragged
The
haze
of
infatuation
of
smoking
dirt
and
skag
Cock
the
motherfucking
Glock,
good
riddance
Make
this
motherfucker
rock
like
if
Pac
was
spitting
God-forbidden,
put
a
hole
inside
your
fitted
Take
your
head
with
your
conscious
in
it
I′m
a
G
This
Coka
Kings,
hard
body
shit,
you
know
that
we
a
problem
Coka
Kings,
the
dope
stuff
I′m
a
political
prisoner
living
on
this
criminal
planet
Animal
chemical
mixologist,
my
confidence
is
brimming
Goddamn
it
more
prominence,
escalating
to
a
dominance
The
high
exalted
kingdom
of
Slaine,
the
slang
poet
The
AA,
the
anonymous,
IRA
conglomerate
Bombing
it,
fuck
it
I'm
old
school,
I
stay
with
that
atomic
shit
Keep
lighting
the
dust
bowl
when
you
hit
it
cause
the
environment′s
wet
Your
dos
is
don'ts
and
you
ain′t
got
out
of
your
pajamas
yet
My
ego's
bigger
than
Obama′s
lips
My
lips
spit
verses
of
controversy
with
no
mercy,
yous
are
counterfeits
Your
money's
no
good
over
this
way,
it
don't
amount
to
shit
My
respect′s
my
currency,
go
ahead,
try
and
count
the
bills
I
stack
federal
notes,
you
say
the
angel′s
just
dangerous
But
I
didn't
tell
you
the
devil
is
dope
Ask
the
heroin
shooters,
nothing
like
a
rush
in
the
vein
Fuck
I′m
insane,
still
stuck
in
this
illustrious
pain
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