Through Blood by Thunder 歌词
| 歌曲 | Through Blood by Thunder |
| 歌手 | Army of the Pharaohs |
| 专辑 | Ritual of Battle |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Kamachi | |
| Every brain cell clash with weed | |
| Spit bars with assassin speed from a classic breed | |
| Trying to calm down the killers, let the caskets breathe | |
| Behind the pews with the Uz till the pastor leaves | |
| It shoots like it’s an Al-Queda wrath I wreak | |
| I’m stuck on a suicide bomber path I lead | |
| Paz, scream ?, rappers freeze | |
| When the smoke clear can I have some laughter please? | |
| Crack traffic keys of uncut Peruvian | |
| And seal CD’s for Europeans and Nubians | |
| Feds try to do me in | |
| But the angel on my shoulder with the lighting hold ya | |
| Warchild | |
| Warchild be that nigga who was fucking bananas | |
| Rough with the grammar, ya’ll can’t fuck with the cannon | |
| Raging angel kid with the fitted halo | |
| Change my aim, spit it from a different angle | |
| Open your face, explosives storm from the waist | |
| Henn rock from the bottle, I don’t go for the chase | |
| I’m so twisted, prolific, the flow’s sickening | |
| I don’t sit around with them faggots you blow dicks with | |
| I’m unsigned hyped, fuck a mag, fuck a label | |
| My time is now, fuck the past, fuck my debut | |
| I bleed on tracks, cocksucker breathe on that | |
| This shit is the fix, so please relax | |
| Demoz | |
| Somebody motherfucking pass the nine | |
| He asinine, I put his ass in line | |
| Hater face that I got to lace him like Frankenstein | |
| Play it calm, spray his mom niggas hate me | |
| I’m closing the curtain murking nervous niggas and baby moms | |
| Trouble fast, Costa Rican that’s my other half | |
| Pay your lover cash, leave you gagging in a bubble bath | |
| I come from a troubled past | |
| Everybody want your cash | |
| Either that or take it like you owe him half | |
| Coke and hash, ? e’s, niggas smoking weed | |
| Toke and pass, he off balance like I broke his knees | |
| Focus please, notice me and grab your rosaries | |
| I ain’t come to change the game, I came for all the G’s | |
| I came to oversee who the fuck I’m supposed to be | |
| ? mould myself into a fucking soldier, please pass the mic | |
| You have ? we ain’t have to like | |
| And if I die I’ll sign to Aftermath in my afterlife | |
| Vinnie Paz | |
| I murder you and laugh at you, it’s hilarious you dead | |
| Everyone who saw me cut you thought it was scary when you bled | |
| Everything you fear is here, I’m the deadliest human walking | |
| I ain’t rapping no more, I let the toolie do the talking | |
| I was born to be the life in the sun | |
| You was born to be a sacrifice by knife or by gun | |
| I’m slicing your tongue, cause you profess to be ill | |
| But your brain’s small, you still believe wrestling is real | |
| Invest in some steel, you a pussy and I called your bluffs | |
| Call the coroner, we filling fucking coffins up | |
| Call the gravedigger, put his body in the dirt | |
| And let me know what it’s like to become one with the Earth | |
| Jus Allah | |
| You become past, white trash, underclass | |
| Under grass unharassed | |
| I am unsurpassed, I’ve begun a path none shall pass | |
| Not the crass, not the grads, that’s a lot to ask | |
| I’m not to adopt a task | |
| Leave the bloodbaths to the brash | |
| Squeeze your gash in my carafe | |
| Free your must-haves up for grabs | |
| Keep your mustache cut in half | |
| Pray for death, escape the flesh | |
| Regress, erase your debts, reassess, refresh | |
| Uninformed, unwarned, scorned | |
| Some are lorn, some are born | |
| I am unrushed, untouched | |
| Upper crust, buttered up, such and such | |
| Eloquent malevolence awakens your undeveloped intelligence | |
| Prevalent taking the split out in elephant |
| Kamachi | |
| Every brain cell clash with weed | |
| Spit bars with assassin speed from a classic breed | |
| Trying to calm down the killers, let the caskets breathe | |
| Behind the pews with the Uz till the pastor leaves | |
| It shoots like it' s an AlQueda wrath I wreak | |
| I' m stuck on a suicide bomber path I lead | |
| Paz, scream nbsp?, rappers freeze | |
| When the smoke clear can I have some laughter please? | |
| Crack traffic keys of uncut Peruvian | |
| And seal CD' s for Europeans and Nubians | |
| Feds try to do me in | |
| But the angel on my shoulder with the lighting hold ya | |
| Warchild | |
| Warchild be that nigga who was fucking bananas | |
| Rough with the grammar, ya' ll can' t fuck with the cannon | |
| Raging angel kid with the fitted halo | |
| Change my aim, spit it from a different angle | |
| Open your face, explosives storm from the waist | |
| Henn rock from the bottle, I don' t go for the chase | |
| I' m so twisted, prolific, the flow' s sickening | |
| I don' t sit around with them faggots you blow dicks with | |
| I' m unsigned hyped, fuck a mag, fuck a label | |
| My time is now, fuck the past, fuck my debut | |
| I bleed on tracks, cocksucker breathe on that | |
| This shit is the fix, so please relax | |
| Demoz | |
| Somebody motherfucking pass the nine | |
| He asinine, I put his ass in line | |
| Hater face that I got to lace him like Frankenstein | |
| Play it calm, spray his mom niggas hate me | |
| I' m closing the curtain murking nervous niggas and baby moms | |
| Trouble fast, Costa Rican that' s my other half | |
| Pay your lover cash, leave you gagging in a bubble bath | |
| I come from a troubled past | |
| Everybody want your cash | |
| Either that or take it like you owe him half | |
| Coke and hash, nbsp? e' s, niggas smoking weed | |
| Toke and pass, he off balance like I broke his knees | |
| Focus please, notice me and grab your rosaries | |
| I ain' t come to change the game, I came for all the G' s | |
| I came to oversee who the fuck I' m supposed to be | |
| ? mould myself into a fucking soldier, please pass the mic | |
| You have nbsp? we ain' t have to like | |
| And if I die I' ll sign to Aftermath in my afterlife | |
| Vinnie Paz | |
| I murder you and laugh at you, it' s hilarious you dead | |
| Everyone who saw me cut you thought it was scary when you bled | |
| Everything you fear is here, I' m the deadliest human walking | |
| I ain' t rapping no more, I let the toolie do the talking | |
| I was born to be the life in the sun | |
| You was born to be a sacrifice by knife or by gun | |
| I' m slicing your tongue, cause you profess to be ill | |
| But your brain' s small, you still believe wrestling is real | |
| Invest in some steel, you a pussy and I called your bluffs | |
| Call the coroner, we filling fucking coffins up | |
| Call the gravedigger, put his body in the dirt | |
| And let me know what it' s like to become one with the Earth | |
| Jus Allah | |
| You become past, white trash, underclass | |
| Under grass unharassed | |
| I am unsurpassed, I' ve begun a path none shall pass | |
| Not the crass, not the grads, that' s a lot to ask | |
| I' m not to adopt a task | |
| Leave the bloodbaths to the brash | |
| Squeeze your gash in my carafe | |
| Free your musthaves up for grabs | |
| Keep your mustache cut in half | |
| Pray for death, escape the flesh | |
| Regress, erase your debts, reassess, refresh | |
| Uninformed, unwarned, scorned | |
| Some are lorn, some are born | |
| I am unrushed, untouched | |
| Upper crust, buttered up, such and such | |
| Eloquent malevolence awakens your undeveloped intelligence | |
| Prevalent taking the split out in elephant |
| Kamachi | |
| Every brain cell clash with weed | |
| Spit bars with assassin speed from a classic breed | |
| Trying to calm down the killers, let the caskets breathe | |
| Behind the pews with the Uz till the pastor leaves | |
| It shoots like it' s an AlQueda wrath I wreak | |
| I' m stuck on a suicide bomber path I lead | |
| Paz, scream nbsp?, rappers freeze | |
| When the smoke clear can I have some laughter please? | |
| Crack traffic keys of uncut Peruvian | |
| And seal CD' s for Europeans and Nubians | |
| Feds try to do me in | |
| But the angel on my shoulder with the lighting hold ya | |
| Warchild | |
| Warchild be that nigga who was fucking bananas | |
| Rough with the grammar, ya' ll can' t fuck with the cannon | |
| Raging angel kid with the fitted halo | |
| Change my aim, spit it from a different angle | |
| Open your face, explosives storm from the waist | |
| Henn rock from the bottle, I don' t go for the chase | |
| I' m so twisted, prolific, the flow' s sickening | |
| I don' t sit around with them faggots you blow dicks with | |
| I' m unsigned hyped, fuck a mag, fuck a label | |
| My time is now, fuck the past, fuck my debut | |
| I bleed on tracks, cocksucker breathe on that | |
| This shit is the fix, so please relax | |
| Demoz | |
| Somebody motherfucking pass the nine | |
| He asinine, I put his ass in line | |
| Hater face that I got to lace him like Frankenstein | |
| Play it calm, spray his mom niggas hate me | |
| I' m closing the curtain murking nervous niggas and baby moms | |
| Trouble fast, Costa Rican that' s my other half | |
| Pay your lover cash, leave you gagging in a bubble bath | |
| I come from a troubled past | |
| Everybody want your cash | |
| Either that or take it like you owe him half | |
| Coke and hash, nbsp? e' s, niggas smoking weed | |
| Toke and pass, he off balance like I broke his knees | |
| Focus please, notice me and grab your rosaries | |
| I ain' t come to change the game, I came for all the G' s | |
| I came to oversee who the fuck I' m supposed to be | |
| ? mould myself into a fucking soldier, please pass the mic | |
| You have nbsp? we ain' t have to like | |
| And if I die I' ll sign to Aftermath in my afterlife | |
| Vinnie Paz | |
| I murder you and laugh at you, it' s hilarious you dead | |
| Everyone who saw me cut you thought it was scary when you bled | |
| Everything you fear is here, I' m the deadliest human walking | |
| I ain' t rapping no more, I let the toolie do the talking | |
| I was born to be the life in the sun | |
| You was born to be a sacrifice by knife or by gun | |
| I' m slicing your tongue, cause you profess to be ill | |
| But your brain' s small, you still believe wrestling is real | |
| Invest in some steel, you a pussy and I called your bluffs | |
| Call the coroner, we filling fucking coffins up | |
| Call the gravedigger, put his body in the dirt | |
| And let me know what it' s like to become one with the Earth | |
| Jus Allah | |
| You become past, white trash, underclass | |
| Under grass unharassed | |
| I am unsurpassed, I' ve begun a path none shall pass | |
| Not the crass, not the grads, that' s a lot to ask | |
| I' m not to adopt a task | |
| Leave the bloodbaths to the brash | |
| Squeeze your gash in my carafe | |
| Free your musthaves up for grabs | |
| Keep your mustache cut in half | |
| Pray for death, escape the flesh | |
| Regress, erase your debts, reassess, refresh | |
| Uninformed, unwarned, scorned | |
| Some are lorn, some are born | |
| I am unrushed, untouched | |
| Upper crust, buttered up, such and such | |
| Eloquent malevolence awakens your undeveloped intelligence | |
| Prevalent taking the split out in elephant |
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