Текст песни Cappadonna f Killa Bamz, Tekitha - The Pillage
Cappadonna f Killa Bamz, Tekitha - The Pillage слова песни
[Killa Bamz]Uhh, yeah, what, uhh, yeahDarts of armored warfare, Deep the rhyme CapriceDeep in levels, alibi havin rebel could play this competition for pounds in the state of permissionConversation bout this kid Killa BamzYou want defense, man to man, location Shaolin New YorkIt ain`t nuthin to talk or walkGet dark son, economic times to faultStyle is mangohead stagnated from softWhat the fuck you thought, we was given support?Live from Beatdown, Shaolin success, bypass the restMove sixty deep, Dutch with the charmOne hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombsHoldin dart guns in palmsOne hundred divine cyphers, Killa BamzI pack the dart gun hate to see another death in the famUhh, yeah, whatpump up your fist (3X) if you love this shitpump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit[Tekitha]Y`all confused and amusing, transfusion I`m bruisingMeth-Tical illusions, salutin my bladeTongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary wearyTeary fear me, clearly, the pearl dropTime stop, holdin shop, shockwave be braveGhetto came style is maim out to lunchOut to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewelMy life control the cruise, ten deadly touches tooGrip the Dutches move, swing rough to cut yais the one to seek philosophy in crutchesYou disbelieve, in the TTruth Equal King Islam Truth Heard Alive, TEKITHABust the cypher on the Gods, bust the cypher on the Godspump up your fist (3X) if you love this shitpump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit[Cappadonna]Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the penPioneer shift from the beginning to the endWhatever I do, y`all imitate -- try to come close but can`t come straight; I branch outTerrorize scenes, split tracks, split hatsBare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sonsthat`ll rain on your gang, you`re too plainMy dope is uncut, high level high like a planeBigger bite bigger mic underground beneath these streetsW-T-C, leaky leakTime meet, Chi meet, ain`t nuttin sweetPakistan, Iran clan is like ChristWord to Poltergeist, smash every tapeDeep thoughter, out of order, offSeven thirty, bugged like psycho from the BronxWild like fat pen child to be the rap Lawrence MartinEyes like lills, mescaline pillsThree bills worth of darts, pump the heartBottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once againIt`s the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary executionExecutive approachin, Tang a demonstrationPillage Incorporated, first placeA thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champLamp on the beatbreak, camp on versesCheat on producers, men go workingRhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill`nInternal lyrics, expose the profaneVote for Cappadonna and your whole life`ll changepump up your fist (3X) if you love this shitpump up your fist (3X) if you love this shitpump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit