歌曲 | Flaming Swords |
歌手 | Sunz of Man |
专辑 | The Last Shall Be First |
作曲 : Cuffie, Harris, Reed, Ruff ... | |
Reverend: | |
My sons, absolutes, and friends | |
I like the idea of being a soldier, in the army of the lord | |
(continues preaching) | |
Arch rivals | |
We got the kingston young ones over there running scared | |
They aint seem to have a problem and its a bad one | |
Ahh man, sunz of man teaching everywhere | |
Got the children over here, teaching them the problems | |
And its the real one | |
Ahh man now we got the ???? over there | |
The sunz of man solving problems, yo this the right one | |
Verse 1: | |
Guess this is the end, whatever how never, depart clever | |
But not deadered to be real or to be severed | |
A double-header, the black mecca respecta | |
Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to chedders | |
For the first setter who loves it wetter | |
Well i can make it better | |
In a bloodbath you letta | |
Black soggin, treaty, the ledger | |
Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered | |
New order, enough to register kill or be killed measurers | |
Take you beyond the heist, forever so | |
Doin out little italy to mexico | |
Now who be the next to go | |
Will it be sam, will it be fran, or will it be cisco | |
Or strictly back to disco | |
However though one and my own one, soo | |
Never pet yo, full deck pro | |
The most sensitive intensity the world could ever expect, yo | |
Between two steels | |
To keep it real i remember we used to pick cotton out of fields | |
Got it real got it down, yo | |
Verse 2: | |
As i break yo fuckin bones into pieces | |
And make ya death the sweetest | |
Punch a hole through ya cleavage | |
By the way howard jesus | |
I hope you been baptized | |
Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black eyes | |
And broken legs, a broken hip, and an iv attached to ya arm | |
I remain calm, for the storm | |
As i shake my javelin up in ya abdomen | |
And then i grab ya friend | |
And break his fuckin back, watch him collapse | |
And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the whole nation | |
Yall want more, i crank the chainsaw | |
Next thing ya knowin, his head start rollin | |
His body swollen, his fuckin tongue is stolen | |
No more groin or colon, he's just moaning and groaning | |
Exciting, clash of the titings, thunder and lighting | |
Reveal the sword of the viking, it's frightening | |
Put down yo fist they'll be no fighting | |
Just sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo life | |
And leave your carcass in the darkness | |
Where the jackals prowl upon your grave | |
Yo hear a howl from the cave | |
Then i snatch out your arms and give to your moms | |
Sing along sing along sing along | |
Verse 3: | |
Storm in my fiery harbor, til it get dark | |
Silver darts melt in your heart | |
Then we begin to march, until we rip this whole fuckin world apart | |
Verse 4: | |
My team be strong, we live right or wrong | |
Death come calm, sweet wit a charm | |
As i speak from the throne in my temple | |
My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya level | |
Devils in the mist, hate we exist | |
Clique form my fist, punch you in your shit | |
Styles murderous, sordid justice | |
Judge those who bitch, cut those who snitch | |
Modern egypt, diamond presidents | |
Drug measurements got us dead on cement | |
Robbin for rent, guage in the trench | |
Slave ever since, return of the prince | |
Constantine the great, never go for bait | |
Sunz of man plan, gold in every state | |
From railhook to libya deliver ya sword to the bombery | |
My armory run the economy | |
Rule is our policy | |
The deaf dumb acknowledge me | |
Like love peace and honesty | |
The thugs on the street hustle to eat | |
Cover you with sheets, we bury you in beats | |
Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft melt | |
We bomb like a stealth and give food for health | |
Not a friend of me... | |
Verse 5: | |
Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air | |
If i have to blaze yo i just wont care | |
We roll in pairs, packin machines, movin supreme | |
My team gleam, like matches and gasoline | |
Soldier fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic | |
He died a tread, it was passed the asking | |
In a bad position, ya should of stuck to yo fuckin religion | |
Im worse than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons | |
The demolitioner with the codse of honor | |
You want drama? i'll bomb yo and yo mama... | |
(reverend talks till end) |
zuò qǔ : Cuffie, Harris, Reed, Ruff ... | |
Reverend: | |
My sons, absolutes, and friends | |
I like the idea of being a soldier, in the army of the lord | |
continues preaching | |
Arch rivals | |
We got the kingston young ones over there running scared | |
They aint seem to have a problem and its a bad one | |
Ahh man, sunz of man teaching everywhere | |
Got the children over here, teaching them the problems | |
And its the real one | |
Ahh man now we got the ???? over there | |
The sunz of man solving problems, yo this the right one | |
Verse 1: | |
Guess this is the end, whatever how never, depart clever | |
But not deadered to be real or to be severed | |
A doubleheader, the black mecca respecta | |
Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to chedders | |
For the first setter who loves it wetter | |
Well i can make it better | |
In a bloodbath you letta | |
Black soggin, treaty, the ledger | |
Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered | |
New order, enough to register kill or be killed measurers | |
Take you beyond the heist, forever so | |
Doin out little italy to mexico | |
Now who be the next to go | |
Will it be sam, will it be fran, or will it be cisco | |
Or strictly back to disco | |
However though one and my own one, soo | |
Never pet yo, full deck pro | |
The most sensitive intensity the world could ever expect, yo | |
Between two steels | |
To keep it real i remember we used to pick cotton out of fields | |
Got it real got it down, yo | |
Verse 2: | |
As i break yo fuckin bones into pieces | |
And make ya death the sweetest | |
Punch a hole through ya cleavage | |
By the way howard jesus | |
I hope you been baptized | |
Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black eyes | |
And broken legs, a broken hip, and an iv attached to ya arm | |
I remain calm, for the storm | |
As i shake my javelin up in ya abdomen | |
And then i grab ya friend | |
And break his fuckin back, watch him collapse | |
And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the whole nation | |
Yall want more, i crank the chainsaw | |
Next thing ya knowin, his head start rollin | |
His body swollen, his fuckin tongue is stolen | |
No more groin or colon, he' s just moaning and groaning | |
Exciting, clash of the titings, thunder and lighting | |
Reveal the sword of the viking, it' s frightening | |
Put down yo fist they' ll be no fighting | |
Just sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo life | |
And leave your carcass in the darkness | |
Where the jackals prowl upon your grave | |
Yo hear a howl from the cave | |
Then i snatch out your arms and give to your moms | |
Sing along sing along sing along | |
Verse 3: | |
Storm in my fiery harbor, til it get dark | |
Silver darts melt in your heart | |
Then we begin to march, until we rip this whole fuckin world apart | |
Verse 4: | |
My team be strong, we live right or wrong | |
Death come calm, sweet wit a charm | |
As i speak from the throne in my temple | |
My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya level | |
Devils in the mist, hate we exist | |
Clique form my fist, punch you in your shit | |
Styles murderous, sordid justice | |
Judge those who bitch, cut those who snitch | |
Modern egypt, diamond presidents | |
Drug measurements got us dead on cement | |
Robbin for rent, guage in the trench | |
Slave ever since, return of the prince | |
Constantine the great, never go for bait | |
Sunz of man plan, gold in every state | |
From railhook to libya deliver ya sword to the bombery | |
My armory run the economy | |
Rule is our policy | |
The deaf dumb acknowledge me | |
Like love peace and honesty | |
The thugs on the street hustle to eat | |
Cover you with sheets, we bury you in beats | |
Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft melt | |
We bomb like a stealth and give food for health | |
Not a friend of me... | |
Verse 5: | |
Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air | |
If i have to blaze yo i just wont care | |
We roll in pairs, packin machines, movin supreme | |
My team gleam, like matches and gasoline | |
Soldier fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic | |
He died a tread, it was passed the asking | |
In a bad position, ya should of stuck to yo fuckin religion | |
Im worse than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons | |
The demolitioner with the codse of honor | |
You want drama? i' ll bomb yo and yo mama... | |
reverend talks till end |