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RZA - Terrorist songtekst

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BOBBY!! Bobby Bobby Bobby  word up Digital  Digital
 Terrorist shit  terrorist shit  come and get a hold of it
 Tune of the Black Knight  Killarm  Killarm  Killarm

 [Dom Pachino/P.R. Terrorist]
 Contemplate on how to run this shit
 Universally forever runnin
 Reflect shots off my wall  (NEW SHIT) split your nugget
 Thoughts too rugged  extortinate cream from off the budget
 Refugees of the Terrorist, fans, they fuckin love it
 Insurance can't cover it, maximum is a minimum
 Niggas, they try to dub it, yo
 It's the hottest shit on the streets since summer '86
 My prefix, like a remix, throw wind bricks
 Try and dub the shit is accurate
 Come for your head, it's Immaculate Conception
 When my rep is, bustin shots
 Niggas tryin to discuss my business around the neighborhood

 [Dr. Doom]
 Yo, switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos
 Up in these killin fields you bound to die slow
 Your style staggers like a drunken whino
 That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight
 That's like tryin to walk a type rope
 Switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos
 Up in these killin field you bound to die slow
 Your style staggers like a drunken whino
 That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight
 That's like tryin to walk a type rope, wit no feet
 Mercenary team, streets of concrete
 Sasquash dump a nigga ass on wide Friday
 Invincible, Doctor destruct thought
 My lyrics ran ward like Lebanon are troops, a Desert Storm
 It be on son, Compton is the city where I come from
 Act dumb if you want to and catch a hot one
 It's that real, knuckle up, lace your boots tight
 Don't give a fuck cuz every night is our night

 [Killa Sin]
 Rap bygones, smash pit, fire outta cons
 Fuck bygones, rely on Islam and my pythons
 Squeeze off long diss, window pitch, control of this
 Gun pack recover my wrist, blast from this
 Have these fake fucks cursin my name
 Knowin damn well I'm hurting the same
 What part of the game you playin, get insane
 Yo three months ago we was on, fall is short now
 Chasin the don, your money ain't long
 Faggot fuck, bag em up, stick him in the back of my truck
 Strip em and smack him up for actin up
 He's slithering, hit him in the ribs again
 Broke the code of honor that we livin in
 Could lead to the whole click, dismember when
 Never that, Killarm roll strong
 Even though you born, watch the crew but still hold on
 I love you when that drink, you probably told me who bust you
 Should of payed attention but I slept so for that
 I gotta dust two, devils off, headed off, all that
 Fuck it, blow trial stat, Law and Order cat gotta serve justice
 What, fuck this, adjust, get your musket, and bust quick word up

 [Holocaust]
 Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, these-[cut off
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Domingo Del Valle, Jeryl Grant

Componist: ?

Publisher: Gee Street, Gee Street

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: RZA as Bobby Digital ?– In Stereo (1998)

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