Styles of Beyond - Godz in the Front текст песни

Текст песни Godz in the Front - Styles of Beyond



Hood on the right, wild for the night" - GZA
Clan In Da Front'
Champion hoods that I rock, new Nikes out the box Will attract your little chick then lock it down All the Demigodz shit sound Hardcore Reloadin′ my .
44 like "click" Box cutter slicin' open your six pack Demigodz attack, motherfucker better start fallin' back Aight Cause I′m the king of Nike flights I got more boxes stacked then a warehouse Two pairs, one on ice I won′t even wear out Go head and talk greezy and you'll find yourself Aired out I box with the force that can knock grizzly bears out Prepare for warfare, fuck fightin′ fair ones Feels like I shot you in the face with a flare gun The heat when I speak and the temperature of my tongue Will make you swear to god that I'm the emperor of the sun A next level hustler that shouldn′t be slept upon Fuck crack!
I sell Energon to Deceptions Swamp H, have Megatron on methadone Apathy is a god in the rap upper echelon Assassination theme music, raps to die to Cock back and blast before I pass to Ryu
I be that insane cracker from the D.
Z.
S I need liquor and two packs of G.
P.
S Now that's sicker Rats if you don′t like it then fuck you My clans deep, steppin' out my jeep in my truck jewels (Beep beep) The killin' is a part of my job Ayo RZA, good lookin′ on that sixteen god You gotta figure I′m the cream of the crop The demon in Pac I leave 'em butt naked, make ′em eat the beam of the Glock You wanna see the M.
P.
Pop?
Give me a reason, guarantee that after beefin' with me they turn vegan What the fuck you gonna do?
Come and see Ryu I′m like a sniper Sittin' on Machine Shop′s roof
S.
O.
Style Demigodz hold me down So keep my fuckin' name out your mouth
I leave the mics in body bags With the same effect tsunami's have And uplift the rep that Gotti had And I′m the reason why your seeds is probably mad Cause they caught me squeezin′ my thing up in they mommy's ass It′s Motive bitch And yes I'm the bad man I spit so sick, they say I need a cat scan A Demigod assassin by cash fam Kilo mode but still grind up bad grams The Doe Raker that′s well known so tell home I'm more to sea with my chrome more than cell phones And I ain′t here to teach no kids, I'm just rhymin' I have you son wildin′ like them kids in Blood Diamond Fuckin′ with Mo clutchin' the heat, flippin′ cane I keep the streets full of snow like a blizzard came
Slammin' a hype as verse till your bones snap
I ransack dead in the track and domes crack Rap assassin, blastin′, y'all should fasten seat belts You crab ass rappers I′m rebuilt I'm hot Top notch, man fuck the pot shots We got a leg up on the competition like hopscotch I'm nice I′m sayin′ it twice I repeat like a pen I breed another eight MCs approachin' me I disrespect, slash your neck, cash your check It′s how I bought my fat ass Lex So clear the way It's Shay, dawg open the gate Peace, I′m out Jettin' like I′m dealin' out of state
You're gettin′ stripped for your spot of your game You can′t stop me, you can only try to contain I'm outta your range That white widow got me thinkin′ I'm on top a blade No deal so I still keep stockin′ the cane I only recognize your girl from the top of her brain She loves the taste so much she even swallows the stains Don't be surprised if you fuck her and she callin′ my name My flow is insane, I'm headed to the hall of the fame I'm chargin′ the game for all the long studio nights Time is money I need back a billion tonight Stay up in booths threatening rappers and killin′ the mics I love goin' overseas but I ain′t feelin' the flights So I′m tryin' to get a private jet Demigodz, we the livest set since hi-fi cassettes Ain′t a damn thing change boy +
Protect Ya Neck+ I'll have?
Swingin' at where you head connect Motherfucker
M.
I.
O.
Z "
Keep my fuckin′ name out your mouth"
Are you a warrior?
Killer?
Slicin′ shit like a kamikaze ninja Go where I've been and you′ll find bodies injured Call the ambulance, the A.
T.
F., the Ghost Busters This is fast food, your last meal is a slow supper I'm Dan Aykroyd, Sigmund Freud Bill Murray, that spit dirty at your derby make you act ′noid You only half boy, half child Boom, bang BLOAW!
Demigodz be like, "
All in together now" I get funky fresh Watch me boil and flambe Turn your favorite rapper to ham glaze (Hey!) Uncle Ben fucked Betty Crocker but it get's worse I fucked Mrs.
Butterworth on a covered perch and kicked a gutter verse For every hardcore consequir Studio got mushroom stacks we got bombs galore Celph Titled the grand daddy grenade man Sellin′ all my bottled up anger at lemonade stands
My clan is thick like plaster Bust ya Blast ya Kill 'em in their tracks like a buff black gorilla Styles pumped off of skrilla Feel us You'll lose your?
Cause they gave us a banger from Dilla I came down with fat gats, then unload and lick a shot I blow the backs of city cops like bloaw Now it′s all over Punks seein′ pink hearts, eatin' schrooms through a straw with King Cobra
Hood on the right, wild for the night




Styles of Beyond - Reseda Beach
Альбом Reseda Beach
дата релиза
22-10-2012




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