歌曲 | Wu-Renegades |
歌手 | Killarmy |
专辑 | Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars |
作曲 : Bougard, DelValle, Grant ... | |
"for security reasons i am broadcasting tonight from an undisclosed | |
Location; because the subject of tonight's american expose is terrorism." | |
(killarmy in this motherfucker) | |
Intro/chorus: | |
Yo, killarmy, we the last armaggedeon | |
Prepare yourself now for the six man wettin | |
In the streets, or in the sand war is on | |
Now aside nigga here comes the pride | |
Verse one: | |
You can't persuade this brigade killarmy renegade | |
On this crusade lyrical murder is sure to be my trade | |
Drill more heat than black suede, i'm the sun | |
Beamin on your dome when the shade is nowhere to be found | |
All you hear is the unreknowned sound | |
That makes your eardrum pound, you can't avoid it | |
It been exploited in your district | |
The ballistics are statistics fuck the critics | |
They criticize while i revise my enterprise | |
Do the knowledge and you'll be surprised | |
?generalize and currency alive? | |
While strong soldiers build with boulders | |
Forts and barriers, my brain pattern hold weight like a freight | |
Sharp like ice skates, blows this track like a cellmate | |
Then motivate, now i'm out of state, usin my papermate | |
To penetrate, through open minds that take the time to listen to | |
The crimson tide that i provide, i dedicate | |
My life to my poetry, if it's meant to be then let it be | |
It's only right i'm out for the night, my life's a legacy | |
Verse two: | |
Yo, it's like i remember slapboxin now we clap shots to catch props | |
From knockin rocks on the block ?to chop the fat priced and jock? | |
I see the jakes and motivate cause half my team be holdin weight | |
We march across the golden gate bridge | |
My mind is in the solider state | |
Forever real, troops'll never squeal, so my beretta's peel | |
Leisurely, and penetrate your mental shield, easily | |
I'm pleased to be, the man hundred grand, the tan lands | |
Now my clan's doin tours in japan and san fran-cisco | |
Liver than disco packin nickel plated pistols | |
And keep my block hot like burnin crisco | |
Wu-renegades, deadly switchblades | |
Chorus 2x | |
Verse three: | |
Check it out, yo, yo | |
Renegades are slayed in steel cage, that wave war blades | |
At united snakes parade, the unforgiven law no mercy | |
Build controversy, then perform surgery | |
Killarmy, we meet at a ninety degree angle | |
Universal star angels, we form the tip of a triangle | |
Like egyptians did, i perform inside pyramids | |
Wu-tang, a scientist, label me the last lyricist | |
For today's genesis, surrender | |
Take you on an adventure like they had kidnapped seven ninjas | |
Supreme marine i move in submarines | |
Anti-murderer, stage burgaler | |
Rugged rhyme ?asserter-er, with the righteous crutches? | |
Lyrical ruckus, build to destruction, destructicons | |
Best to kill or camouflage, desert storm | |
On the battle before i lost a arm | |
Held on to my sword took both hands like voltron | |
Like the master who's imperial, king of the scenario | |
To all my universal soldiers, salute the general | |
Verse four: | |
I come armed with explosive chemicals just dream me in physical | |
Killarmy individuals the concept of principles that are highly indispensible | |
My name is born god allah, king of north america | |
On a ship i was stripped of my knowledge and wits | |
Death to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties | |
Off with your dome i roam through your war zone with a platoon | |
Full of soldiers with dust bones | |
Ain't nuttin but the army shit, one minute til we all hit | |
Tie you up with your barracks | |
With heat-seeking lyrics and my ?royal friends from the tribe of indians? | |
I break down your physical change it to a chemical | |
You cats are made of wickedness, the black man be original | |
Chorus 2x | |
Let it vibe, homicide, suicide |
zuò qǔ : Bougard, DelValle, Grant ... | |
" for security reasons i am broadcasting tonight from an undisclosed | |
Location because the subject of tonight' s american expose is terrorism." | |
killarmy in this motherfucker | |
Intro chorus: | |
Yo, killarmy, we the last armaggedeon | |
Prepare yourself now for the six man wettin | |
In the streets, or in the sand war is on | |
Now aside nigga here comes the pride | |
Verse one: | |
You can' t persuade this brigade killarmy renegade | |
On this crusade lyrical murder is sure to be my trade | |
Drill more heat than black suede, i' m the sun | |
Beamin on your dome when the shade is nowhere to be found | |
All you hear is the unreknowned sound | |
That makes your eardrum pound, you can' t avoid it | |
It been exploited in your district | |
The ballistics are statistics fuck the critics | |
They criticize while i revise my enterprise | |
Do the knowledge and you' ll be surprised | |
? generalize and currency alive? | |
While strong soldiers build with boulders | |
Forts and barriers, my brain pattern hold weight like a freight | |
Sharp like ice skates, blows this track like a cellmate | |
Then motivate, now i' m out of state, usin my papermate | |
To penetrate, through open minds that take the time to listen to | |
The crimson tide that i provide, i dedicate | |
My life to my poetry, if it' s meant to be then let it be | |
It' s only right i' m out for the night, my life' s a legacy | |
Verse two: | |
Yo, it' s like i remember slapboxin now we clap shots to catch props | |
From knockin rocks on the block ? to chop the fat priced and jock? | |
I see the jakes and motivate cause half my team be holdin weight | |
We march across the golden gate bridge | |
My mind is in the solider state | |
Forever real, troops' ll never squeal, so my beretta' s peel | |
Leisurely, and penetrate your mental shield, easily | |
I' m pleased to be, the man hundred grand, the tan lands | |
Now my clan' s doin tours in japan and san francisco | |
Liver than disco packin nickel plated pistols | |
And keep my block hot like burnin crisco | |
Wurenegades, deadly switchblades | |
Chorus 2x | |
Verse three: | |
Check it out, yo, yo | |
Renegades are slayed in steel cage, that wave war blades | |
At united snakes parade, the unforgiven law no mercy | |
Build controversy, then perform surgery | |
Killarmy, we meet at a ninety degree angle | |
Universal star angels, we form the tip of a triangle | |
Like egyptians did, i perform inside pyramids | |
Wutang, a scientist, label me the last lyricist | |
For today' s genesis, surrender | |
Take you on an adventure like they had kidnapped seven ninjas | |
Supreme marine i move in submarines | |
Antimurderer, stage burgaler | |
Rugged rhyme ? asserterer, with the righteous crutches? | |
Lyrical ruckus, build to destruction, destructicons | |
Best to kill or camouflage, desert storm | |
On the battle before i lost a arm | |
Held on to my sword took both hands like voltron | |
Like the master who' s imperial, king of the scenario | |
To all my universal soldiers, salute the general | |
Verse four: | |
I come armed with explosive chemicals just dream me in physical | |
Killarmy individuals the concept of principles that are highly indispensible | |
My name is born god allah, king of north america | |
On a ship i was stripped of my knowledge and wits | |
Death to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties | |
Off with your dome i roam through your war zone with a platoon | |
Full of soldiers with dust bones | |
Ain' t nuttin but the army shit, one minute til we all hit | |
Tie you up with your barracks | |
With heatseeking lyrics and my ? royal friends from the tribe of indians? | |
I break down your physical change it to a chemical | |
You cats are made of wickedness, the black man be original | |
Chorus 2x | |
Let it vibe, homicide, suicide |