Текст песни Shere Khan - Trpl-Z feat. Dita Devi

Yoga Flame
Im Eating your fucking brain
Charred and fried
Like chicken wings and fried plantains

Words kick like hot sauce
Burn the cross of pentacost
The culture was never lost

Shiva taking control
Speaking into my soul
Meditate on a mountain
And slither into a hole

Kali summoned in Bali
Dancers shaking their bodies
Dropping acid and molly
Getting high is a hobby

Dhali majic its tragic
Eating rabbit with maggots
Curry cooked in a hurry
Faster than Marc Fluery

Kill at night like the thugees
Sipping cognac and bubbly
Fingers salted and crunchy
Livers are potted in honey

Skull chains and shrunken heads
Tied in my dreads
Among things like finger rings
With Rubies that's red

Groovy cuties found dead
Chained linked to the bed
Sutra never to wed
Constant kama instead

Shear Kahn hunting down a weak fawn
Hell spawn running round guns drawn
Live long the king
Drop you into the ring
Stomped into the ground
Rap name rodney bling

Trpl Z be asleep
Carried by elephant feet
Very elegant freaks
Fanning the flies off my meat

Cant creep cause its ten
Standing in line at the bed
Waiting for head
Dick em down, with hot lead
It's big Zed

Swoop in on a eagle
Grabbing and dropping your people
No equal, living a prequel

Story been wrote
Like jazz and blue note
Rocking a trench coat
To flash your kinfolk

You get yoked
Thrown into a moat
Cant cope
With what my rap provokes
Stick to spokes
Poison pins poke
Slit throat
That's all she wrote
Suicide no note

Incense on my bust
Offerings in cups

Blood on the altar
Words palter

Blind in the day
Temple center
Lost your way

Monkeys on your grave
Dance play
Eternity