Текст песни Black Knights, Cilvaringz, Meko the Phar - Woodchuck
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{*beez buzzing*}[Warcloud]West Coast, West CoastKilla BeezAntlers, hammers and hacksaw, the wizardPoetry of a man with no name, AmericaCement mixed walled and born in ice creamHolocaust the Minnie, greet with bloody handshakeWu Empire and colleagues, luxuriousYou torn like tape off football helmets, chipFour cups of crushed bricks, half cup of rosesSmoke a green and yellow candycaneZombies still move through the college with orange teethPistols still pointed at the floor, spinal crumbsBlood hits snow and hard, scooped up in hand fullsBathe in the river, the waterfall runs redSasquatch, Yeti, battallion with one headIn a lonely place, dollars, razors and marblesWe break open forearms, Earth the last hourOut in the tea house playing a hand of spadesFist full of grenades, blow out the watch lightConvicts rally at moon set, the lastFlow stay smoggy, old carnival wind chimeSideshow freaks, belly dancers and gypsiesOne of the wood cutters, village ArchitectEighty-eight sandwiches, Thurmos in a lunch boxIn a harsh realm, during the end of butterfliesFlutter diamond moths, both with dusty wingsBodies lay soaked in a desert, throats gouged outTongues spit out of their heads, I had a purposeWill you still love me tomorrow? ArchitectWill you still love me tomorrow? Holocaust[Timbo King]Royal Famous, blame usYoMy first whip be a ChryslerSo when you see me you say, "Chrys` is comin"Ice numbin ya neck, throw one of thoseStrong notes, Indian pose, flat footedYo my back hearts, feel like them crumbled wingsBless by the Heaven kings, my crown piece seven ringsMoney to earn, money to burnGive some, lend some, take it, fuck itBe stingy off a stash if you have toNigga, what? Flip a pack of if you have toPassion, pawn the shit, ya highest bidderBuy from the streets, cop at wholesale priceMotel models, go tell five-ohFive-oh follow the black El Dorado[Crisis]Who got that real shit niggaz blast to, bitches shake they ass to?Hit you up with the hood when we pass throughBlack Knights, Royal Fam got that hot shit (yo)Topless in the cockpit of my drop six.. in the cockpit of the drop six[Meko the Pharaoh]Yeah, yoGive me beats like this I start burninWack MC`s, ya still learninJust like punk cops that rotate on ya blockMillions of people was gonna hear the North Stars shotWhile the worlds rock mental, I hold presidentialBare essentials, Wu-Tang credentialsMakin niggaz catch wind chills when my N.S. wind buildNiggaz better get realEven though I stay pissy drunk, run with KuruptIn a red mini van fed tinted, smokin on that spinachAll funny niggaz get plantedI got that Long Beach shit like J. BennettThe rest of y`all niggaz sound like womenScared of my sword when it`s givenY`all niggaz better stop pretendinCuz the words like I`ll speak, we`ll keep `em printedKill or be killed is what I`m representin.. representin[Cilvaringz]Yo, yo, check it, yoAs 7 clouds form the storm,I baffle Gabriel the archangel with death, death tohis first born, Earth mourns Wu Killa Beez on the swarmFrom the battleship throw darts that be acridWe ninjas, we backflip with tactics of antraxArise like the novice from earth under canvasOf the Clan, fist to fist, kamikaze shock thisLike Nazi documents Apache Helicopters strike downnear the bunker of the GlocksmithsShop the Dirty Weaponry, Tecs from the 70`sGone With the Wind, I slung mines withinMy men tackle dikes with the 7 deadly dicksNeglect my covenant, my government enslaves you to myHall o Double Justice and bloodstains your judgementso prepare to be slain by the truthIt`s Blood for Blood When All Hell Breaks Loose sonWu-Tang Killa Beez from Shaolin EuropeBlack Knights, Royal FamIt`s Cilvaringz, one