Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Non PhixionНазвание : Four W`sДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap underground hip-hop underground rap hip hop Видео:
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[Verse 1] Check the scary facts of the where we at Terrorists pull the teary gas known to carry gats so we gives a rat Take ya back fourteen ninety two The devil shaper of a crew in America the devil grew To the current time now the politician be the devilish forever rich Bomb bashin` inheritance forever sick Inject the microchip into my dick See these criminals who rob our tribe pleadin` the fifth And the mental slavery continues if it was food it would be they favourite dish on the imperialist menu We fight to liberate ya mind state But all I see`s the fuckin` crack rock the body count and the crime rate Notice the life and death cycle Why they whip them with the rifle Like Malcolm X and Stokely Carmichael Sharpen the stainless steel sherrigan and tie ya weaponry Walkin` the West Bank like a desert storm vendorin` Hook: Why?, why you feel the need to hold me down Who?!, who the hell is you to think you down Where?!, where you gonna be in two thousand and two What?!, *scratching* "Take these words home and think it through" (2X) [Verse 2] I wanna be the catalyst for every street lyricist I wanna see this movement like it was in eighty six I free every son from crime scene they committed I want Persians on the guillotine, with they neck split I sell the Brooklyn bridge to a Saudi for an Audi and I say, it was proper-ty, of the kings county I reverse the effect, of physical neglect I want whores in front of mirrors askin` where`s my self respect I want Ralph Lauren to get down wid Karl Kani Have rodeo drives smack in the middle of Southside I really want the Latin quarterback open A pack of Newports for fifty cent and a quarter for a token Hook (1x) [Sabac Red] Sabac hold the style of rap chemist did by a menace Feel the highlights of life through the roots of John Flugen Caught in clenches, the moon shape is in a quarter Twenty heads just got slaughtered from the stress of a deep organ Check the laws of Orca, the holy token`s how we built it Life`s filled wid smoke and piss and drinkin` sharp cold feeled it Four and three sixty for Non-Phixion be the obvious We handle jakes eliminate fake, stay alive in this Survivalist overcome reflections of my inner demons My mind relates to crime like fertile eggs relate to semens I close my eyes like I was deceased Envision peace then refuel from the sun in the east Hook (2x) [Verse 4] This rap may shatter your faith or strengthen it or you will end-er you My temperaments foul like tenements I feel you senseless The ghetto horror deep within prophecies Plannin` your own arrest like Jesus tell me you stoppin` me Jerusalem sun down on the hill three bodies suspended crookedly They bookin` me, my backs` against the wall with words they pushin` me It`s stated, like righteous kings in the line of David Never Mercedes all them others made they got me jaded Facin` the agony victorious call me Maccabees Apocalyptic, hexin` my rivalries through chemistry Drama time, shootin` shy guys rockin` econolon Shootin` no peekin` tryna catch corpse trippin` on punch lines | Похожие исполнители:
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