Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Sunz Of ManНазвание : Natural HighДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop wu-tang rap underground rap hip hop Видео:
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[intro: killah priest] In the beginning, no different from the ending Its the killah priest, iron sheik from the middle east Lacing it sunz of man, you know what Im sayin Big moe up in the house Ty g and dreddy kruger representin [chorus x2: trebag, (hell razah)] We make that music, that moves your body (natural high, natural high) We make that music, that moves your body (natural high, natural high) We got the fire, that gets you higher (natural high, natural high) We got the fire, that gets you higher (natural high, natural high) [killah priest] Roamin in the 4-runner all summer Laid back, state maps and 8-tracks Its great that, I laugh at competition Im champion nigga, I cant be sunned Check the royal posture, by the way wheres my oscar Crack your legs like a lobster, break your arms Beat you to death, snap your neck Crack your chest, lay you to rest Then confess, I judge wisely All spys, tryin to size me If you phony, I leave you lonely with your Sony headphones, layin stiff in the dead zone [hell razah] In the dead zone they lay, king nostradamos With golden armless, teachin hartlets That be strippin for they garments Searchin for a broken promise, regardless though You godless, still feed you full for your conscience Red ant now launch this, rockets >from where her projects, come to street Profit a lisha, to fish ya, roll wit a militia Mr. military, now, roll with a team of jim kellys Send my hoes to your telly Sprayin holes through your belly, you aint ready For the deadly, gently mcs There aint a school boy to test me East coast to wesley strite Those who stress me, we streit Fuck you with the fight, fight, fight, fight [chorus] [prodigal sunn] A young king at the age of 15, caught up in things The golden scorpio, sportin material diamond rings Physical, historical, mystical, shinin, crystal-like Stackin, packin pistols, fa and they brought the crystal meth To crown heights, where the fiends get high Cross atlantic avenue, bone down through the sty What we do or die unite the kingdom Multiply, I sick of seein his mothers cry Its time to purify [trebag] Like an alaskan breeze, I blow through your aprils Stuck to your mentals like thumb-tacks and staples Been to temples, learned egyptian time-tables My trade marks on labels and biblic-oohs from mavels Give life to trapped ex-cons and expedites You cant escape my prison, ima livin israelite Killin more trabatites and build my paradise Green grass grows, the white house is wiped out Keep your red meat, Ill be fishin for trout That means Im the mouse, Ill figure my way out Pinky and the brain had to find another house Wherabouts, go walk and frolic in the forest Next time you lie, think about bein honest I bomb this [hell razah] We kill with calmness, words come forth like a savior A wicked mans heaven is the hell for the razah Raised up in brooklyn, two decades of meetin slaves From grenada to the grave, from the cradle to the cage State-pens be like play-pens, the government in-slavin Inside a science project with no escapin, unless They die for us, you for the cream so you lie for us While other thieves already spy for it I watch snake eyes everywhere around me Devils try to drown me in the water and the town built for slaughter Without order you got chaos, player haters Who play us, death-bed layers, who forgot to pay us, now they Covered up with layers, its too deep for you rap duplicators Whos packs be betrayers [chorus to fade] | Похожие исполнители:
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