Saukrates

Saukrates - Killed Or Be Killed lyrics

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[Saukrates (Niggas ov S.I.N.)]

Fuck, fuck, fuck

Kill or be killed



Fucking with the heavy metal shit

Niggas can't deal with it

Light years ahead of shit

Ain't a nigga left on the roster got ya

Spitting up blood all over your microphone

Imposter, run for the hills Billy

'Cause I got you spitting that wack shit

Guzzle this vodka, relax kid, hell is where you leading to

I know you don't believe in hell, but hell believes in you

Sucker, next time you see me your lips are going to pucker

Kiss my stinking ass, pay back was a bitch

Now she's a bad motherfucker

Foot, fist and thought, three of the deadliest weapons

My soul's ice cold no hot stepping

Claiming you did a bid, dude kill the drama

The only beast belly you ever been in was your momma's

Comma, meaning a pause

Got ya one legged critics crawling on all fours

I mastered the world, this is my cue

Now pain has a face, kid allow me to show it to you

Now get up on the stage MC, if you will

But when it comes to the mic MC

Kill or be killed

I know there are many different versions of skill

But when it comes to the mic MC

Kill or be killed

You're the first little piggy to be slaughtered by the wolf's rhyme

But in this rhyme I am the third swine

I built a Brickhouse, it's all mine

I'm spitting acid kid, the burns got ya face down in ya casket kid

What! (kill or be killed)

(Nigga) mad man combat

(Kill or be killed) every man for himself

Success will not be measured by wealth

(Nigga, kill or be killed)

For who (nigga) do you bring (kill or be killed)

Can yo feel this (nigga)



Uh, the rap game got me canabialistic

For brain, it's a delicacy

My rhyme was written, you claim

It was irrelevant B, 'cause you was wack from the beginning

I had your head spinning

Now you're all upset 'cause your girlfriend's clinging

I mean to be rude, shooting first 'cause I got

Hella niggas out there who would eat my food dud

Including you dude

I swing at competition like a feind swing a mood

And shine with the veteran or rookie all-stars

I make love to Venus and world war with Mars

'Cause a rap czar's attack must be astronomical

A Castro grip on hip hop will be phenomenal

But for now, straighten your spine stand proud

'Cause Sauk's that nigga who be tapping at your brow

Soldier, my tolerance for disobedience is now over

Kid, let's see who's bolder, giving you the cold shoulder

Freeze, missed the first pitch now your grip's choked up

Bitch please, used to represent your 'hood, came gunning for me

Now you're at the purgatory gates of rhyme running from me

You got on the stage MC, you were real

But when it comes to the mic MC

Kill or be killed

You lost so the next lifetime you cut a deal

When it comes to the mic MC

Kill or be killed

You know sometimes you just got to say, fuck a nigga
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