Onyx

Onyx - Judgment Night songtekst

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*chorus*
 Judgment Night  got gun got badge
 Judgment Night  HUH!
 Judgment Night  in the echo of a gunblast
 Judgment Night!!!

 Over here  and bust the way  crush a sucka gutter
 Sun don't cease at a hundred degrees I'm coolin in your freezer
 (He's a breezer) I hits it up with that bald faced rap
 I sinks to the crack  and I make shit get wild
 Run it by  bust to start  to punch, others front
 Top drop Ceasar, it's more than a leisure
 Bitch every fuckin grain in your brain, like a tweezer
 The sinister thief, shaded to six feet deep
 for the misdemeanor, offender, the backbender (UH)
 Corny nigga, the bullshit trip ender (YEAH)
 Never perpetratin, so ain't no lurkin in the dark
 I'm lurkin near the workin niggaz heart
 Used to be a gambler, when I was a scrambler
 Now I'm grand to her, shorty back might damage her
 Who's this here, state my facts, and react
 and saturate brains with a plate of hot wax
 Intertwining, combining and aligning, shining, studies
 in the light right now while we wreak fuckin havoc!

 *chorus*

 Come inside with his highness, the illinest
 Killin em with adrenalin, blast past the minimum
 Look to the winter's ugliness, ruggedness
 Under the rug, front to this, money strikes confidence
 Chopped in the days and the blazin smell
 then the realm of a seance, I blackloose, guns!
 Comin to the project, walls with AKs
 We're talkin days, word, that you sun
 You really want some next shit, some blood on the exit?
 ONYX!!! Watch me wreck shit as they exit
 But yo I keep em hollerin, screamin out for mercy
 minds of a lowest of enemies, ghetto mentality
 So blast it as I hit your head you're dead not disbelievin
 Got the toxic rock, to bring a nigga Biohazard!

 *chorus*

 Yo!!! Gimme that shit, you fuckin baldheaded bastard!
 (What the Evil Nastee Access?) Mad shit to burn the acids!
 (So ashes to ashes) raps with the ghetto gats!
 (And I'm, doin niggaz ruin em showin em my razzamatazz
 Mainly a Devil rebel, foul) Niggaz know we fuckin wild!
 (I'm wild!) I'm wild (He's wild) So we's wild!
 (Capture the rapture!) Come blackness after!

 [Sticky Fingaz]
 I swear to fuckin God I raise Hell and make the white man call me MASTER
 I'm six-six-six, and need to repent to the pastor
 SO FUCK THE RADIO and close your ears but read my lips I rips
 and if you eat my words I'll leave your strung like umm (UMM, UMMMHH!!)
 It was on the tip of my tongue!
 But now it's stuck in between my throat
 I can't breath so I lick it
 Onyx ain't the top pick, you must be suckin a black dick
 And if it takes the death of me, to make history
 The whole world will remember my misery
 I know what I'm tryin to say my words get in the way
 they render me speechless, ohh Black Jesus I'm cryin inside
 Couldn't give a FUCK if I live or die
 cause I'm just a slave who's brave (uh-huh)
 But fuck pickin cotton, I'd rather see my grave, so I
 meditated, before I was created
 And if you prefer sorrow, made me reincarnated
 Now I'm back rulin MC's but pussy niggaz increase
 Well then it's just another nigga that, gotta get greased
 So if you wanna talk shit, in order to avoid a fight
 Say what the fuck you wanna say, just spell my name right
 YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH..... mother-FUCKER!

 *chorus to fade
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