lirikcinta.com
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

fibre optic weapons - vinnie paz & tragedy khadafi lyrics

Loading...

[intro: cinema dialogue snippet]

[verse 1: tragedy khadafi]
yo, yo, yo, i ain’t gotta get on my knees, makhi is too gracious
tracking device is in the bag, i ain’t gotta chase it
anti-everything, except green, i’m a racist
levels to the game and all type of wild stages
scarred up inside the booth, you embrace my rages
connected with vinnie and p-ss me a bag of lasers
innovative, fire lines like all my food is cajun
headshots take ’em out, so we do more than graze ’em
lines like it came from the mind of wes craven
product of struggle and pain, basically what it gave ’em
something you could only find inside the deepest pavement
like god or satan, made the most outta this arrangement
still banging and still reporting, look how he lay ’em
forever right for the course, the boss, look how he lay ’em

[chorus]
i got somethin’ for the b-boys, kid, it’s hardcore, it’s hardcore
i got somethin’ for the b-boys, kid, it’s hardcore, it’s hardcore
i got somethin’ for the b-boys, kid, it’s hardcore, it’s hardcore
i got somethin’ for the b-boys, kid, it’s hardcore, for the b-boys, kid

[verse 2: ill bill]
we seen the presidents in black robes and pointy hoods
up to no good, worshipin’ burnin’ owls in the woods
worshipin’ burning towers as they stood to collapse
in front of the world and the cloud of burning bodies to soot
age of vengeance, essence of death, exorcist
smite the devil in majestic bliss
global conquest, effortless, i gave him 10 bitcoins for 11 bricks i’m forever slick
my mind spray shootout with the cia, jump to stargate ubers
like [?] in a william cooper stupid super
come-for-shoot-your-mother cult, leader-of-four-hundred cult
bl–dy kin to sin, a hungry dysfunction destruction
grab uzi, aim, shoot, insta-beirut, attract a grapefruit, she wanna rock a chain to stay true
but they shot the windows out where your kids live, eat sh-t and die, your new name is “sh-t list”

[verse 3: vinnie paz]
a goof do goofy sh-t, homie you a sucka
the yappa had ’em sleepin’ in his whip, i give ya a trucker
adherence to the sunnah and his word is word of mother
police could talk to you and get a name, ’cause you a sucka
if you wanna get some [?], get a pound from the pub
i was nothin’, homie, then i got it out of the mud
listen, the sig sauer make his family tremor
dressed in all black like somebody lost a family member
he looked for god but he gonna find the devil
but god finds his vessel, water finds its level
there’s goons here, they was plotting robberies out
and the semi barrett, it’ll take your arteries out
homie was og and did a bit in walla walla
it’s never mask off, it’s only a balaclava
i got 13’s they will pick up the deuce
it’s a g-36 and it’s big as a moose

[chorus]
i got somethin’ for the b-boys, kid, it’s hardcore, it’s hardcore
i got somethin’ for the b-boys, kid, it’s hardcore, it’s hardcore
i got somethin’ for the b-boys, kid, it’s hardcore, it’s hardcore
i got somethin’ for the b-boys, kid, it’s hardcore

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular

Loading...