Killarmy

Killarmy - Doomsday songtekst

Je score:

[ chorus: Holocaust ]
 This is doomsday  for MCs with hollow skills
 Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills
 And fake ass fives that they dont even drive
 Hip hop is war and only strong MCs will survive
 ( 2x )

 [ Holocaust ]
 Half dead platoon leader  but woken by enemy heaters
 Juggernot  on the block  lash shots at armed retreaters
 Why teach it to the utmost unified?
 Fuck coast, conquered galaxies leaving the banner ruthless cut throats
 Brains explode, bloddy spatters on the road
 My thoughts unfold and strip away the nutrients of your soul
 Hearts cold, blast shots through your nosehole
 Im hostile, the slugs ricochet through your nostril
 Strike your tonsils
 Black kid, creep between walls like an arachnid
 Smash hits that open you like bullets wit glass tips
 Kill braid, the black sea serpent who swallow ships
 My fists become glocks and my knuckles hollow tips
 P loopbart the dirt, and raise dead soldiers wit a curse
 Bury thieves wit no headstones so they get back to the earth
 Still shinin, Im the sun, wars increase by the ton
 Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, shot out your lungs
 Yo, yo

 [ chorus ] ( 2x )

 [ P.R. Terrorist ]
 Yo, yo, yo
 We may bomb this, we seem harmless, check the calmest
 My palm hits like a close fist, breakin jauntis
 You crab ass try to think fast you slow down
 All six got trey pounds, its thirty six rounds
 The pristeen, unheard, unseen, the A team
 Murder being provoked face the red beam
 Street hop, excite bike triple my smoke screen
 Sped fast, five hundred crabs have fled the crime scene
 Out of state, switch the plates, Canib on run dunn
 Sped fast, rub on the gas, theyre comin fast
 On they ninja bike, Kawasaki tights a two key prototype
 Sure we still got height, then I made a right
 Hit the brake, threw a head fake, last the clutch, Im out of state
 Full speed ahead never look back always escape

 [ chorus ] ( 2x )

 [ Beretta 9 ]
 Layin in the dark war trench
 Covered in mud strong corpse stench
 Monkey wrench, adjusting my mic, fatigues drenched
 From soldiers insides, scriptures hidden up in my archives
 Dodge and throw knives hand to hand combat takin lives
 Many lost, many took it wit force
 Some linger wit the disease
 Born infection known as the bee stinger
 Its doomsday you rap singers
 Mockingbirds marking my words
 This shit is war up in the terrorist arena

 [ chorus ] ( 2x )

 This is Doomsday
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Wu-Tang Records, Inc.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Dirty Weaponry (1998)

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