Killarmy

Killarmy - Bastard Swordsman songtekst

Je score:
Intro: P.R. Terrorist
 I do  I know  I know what time it is
 Terrorist  The Bastard Swordsman
 Holocaust  yo  yo

 [P.R. Terrorist]
 Rap diligently  return of the arm
 the star trilogy  scars and injuries inflicted on my enemies
 Attack you mentally  draw up and stand just like a centipede
 Then strike fast  leave ya weak ass up in a sling
 in the infirmary  telling war stories like you was king up
 in my rainforest, yet the God rain the hardest
 Flame and fury, torch off ya skin tissue and cartilage
 Throw darts the sharpest, aimed at ya head, ya man parted
 Looking retarded, telling him you never should've started
 what you couldn't end, handled my friend since age 10
 But he's not my brother, though he helped me out up in da deep cover
 when shit got hot, all palms sweating on the rubber

 [Holocaust]
 Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang yo

 Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (Holocaust)

 Bastard Swordsman, swing yo shit
 (I'm duckin all of em
 Swingin back, double edged axe we cuttin all of em)
 *repeat 2x*

 [Holocaust]
 Inflicted with a rare disease, MC's flee
 Fought wars for centuries my wounds bled killer bees
 Roam the battlesight word, shatter mics I've had a tragic life
 blood splatter nice ghetto life live on a sattelite
 Blind, injected with venom from water moccasins
 the child who floated in the air lock without oxygen
 For seventeen years all I learned was profanity
 Graduated from the academy of insanity
 Holocaust, loud mouth who roams wise
 I'm hideous glancing gouge out ya own eyes
 West Coast that grotesque group flow's wet
 Bury you and some in Norweiga wit a broke neck
 Wu-Tang, seven death blows
 explore the globe,
 Stand in shallow water and slaughter those who oppose
 The passionate destroyer who stings like antiseptic
 Barbaric, esoteric, half-sorcerer, half-skeptic
 Anorexic, war machine,
 depressed, drunken mess
 Learn from the best, snatchin ya fossil from ya flesh
 Bloodshot, Doctor Killgrave, subterranian
 Skeleton's reinforced with stone and titanium
 Gyros, hun blood and oil flow as one
 Mental powers override iron fist and blade tongue
 The Bronx Don, with bomb songs, hit Hong Kong
 Holocaust is scientific experiment gone wrong

 [9th Prince]
 Yo, Ally Commanders come dress to kill
 at the Armageddon Wedding
 We're the old temple platoon ya die soon
 Our battlegrounds in the womb of the moon
 Most of yall niggas is cloons
 gettin hit by typhoons, machine guillotines
 Rip out the spleens, tonight while ya screams
 I'll blast ya in ya dreams, listen to my bombs
 Like you used to read the Psalms
 I got firearm like Megatron, asthma attack rap
 snaps, windpipes crack,
 Bury ya ass beneath the graveyard shack
 Third eyes like binoculars, visions of the lyrical opera
 Sponsor the conquer, I blow spots like the Unabomber
 The stage is made of steel cage, battlegrounds of
 Starrcade '98, I meditate at a rate that'll cause an earthquake
 I drop antrax bombs on your plantation,
 then murder you twice, to make sure there's no reincarnation

 Chorus: Killa Sin (Shogun Assasson) 2x

 Bastard Swordsman, swing yo shit
 (I'm duckin all of em,
 Coming back, double edged sword
 and cuttin all of em)

 [Shogun Assasson]
 My mind is bad, because it's great to see that full
 My old dad, and charter his story
 And made him believe in a my-story
 That's how you know times is bad
 When Gods is being killed by crabs
 that invest these streets, it ain't safe no more
 So before you leave your front door the war is cold
 So grab your heats, your God-U now
 and your teflon cause the war's on like
 Red Dawn, I'm a threat to America like Saddam
 I be the verbal terrorist doing the strength of his language
 Now I'm mad like Max, when I attack tracks
 To the death of Wu wax, I drop facts like
 bombs on Saigon, it be the music that makes me sick
 And act like a paranoid schizophrenic,
 I leave your mind in a state of panic,
 like a claustrophobic trapped on the Titanic

 (Chorus: 3x)

 Outro: Shogun Assasson

 Mother fuckas
 Comin straight for ya jugular vein
 With my double edged blade
Vind dit lied op:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Wu-Tang Records, Inc.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Dirty Weaponry (1998)

Deel je mening

Dit formulier wordt beschermd door reCAPTCHA en de Google Privacy Policy en Servicevoorwaarden zijn daarbij van toepassing.

0 Reacties gevonden