Текст песни CPO - Homicide
CPO - Homicide слова песни
{movie dialogue} Yeah, well if you`re the sheriff, you better get these men underground Get three coffins ready{D.J. Train cuts and scratches "Welcome to Homicide"}[Lil` Nation]Aiyyo, enter the center for the world that`s dark and dementedRap is like a savage to rhythm because I sent itto push the bass, down to 808, and deeperTo thump the walls on the house of the Grim ReaperYo, pump up the funk level then increase to open domePunks and peasants bow to the King on the throneAbout to bust like a lunatic, snatch the gauge and the macSuckers that wish to overthrow? Step the fuck back!This is madness and I`m the head madmanTime for the straightjacket so loosen up the straps andyo I`ma get dumb, rip this funky continuum in halfLil` Nation, the C.P.O. psychopathYou can`t demolish the pedestal of the rulerSuckers who be lackin knowledge I guess I got to school yaNeed I remind you of the fact I`m the eradicatorC.P. too radical, Capital GladiatorAnimal out of a cage, cause bars I`m bendin emEven when the tempo`s slow, I swing like a pendulumSolid for suckers cause I`m a deadly motherfuckerWhen your face and my gauge collideyou`ll become a victim of homicide{D.J. Train cuts and scratches screaming sounds}[Lil` Nation]Check it this is a warningSo you know to step off when I`m on the sceneForget expected, catch your neck reject on my guillotineBeware when I rush, your skull I will crush, like a malletCause I`m the "Menace" just like I said in the "Ballad"No beginners in the posse allowedSo the wack and new jack can snack a pack of Similakstacked in the crowdOccupation, alie-n-ation incredibleSwangin when I`m downsteppin repeatin defeat was inevitableMistake me for being unarmed but my tongue is like a pistolIntercontinental Ballstic MissileFire with the fury, from the rage of an AsianObliteratin suckers that battle me, it`s fatal to rat on meFor those that requestin relocation NO, permission deniedThere`s no escapin your fate not even suicide!Push down the lever on the box, so I can explodeDrop like the bomb that`s atomic onto the next loadNo, I`m not just an image, I`m the realityLiving incarnation of the dark, side of mortalityA nightmare, brought to life - with the primary purposeof making you DIE - cause my business is strictly homicide{D.J. Train cuts and scratches screaming sounds}[Lil` Nation]The sound in the background, is the melodical rhythm of the MinisterM.C. Ren manufactured the beat symbolic and sinisterBut step off, when I flow, listen to intuitionsKick inhibitions, doin music which enter the C.P.O.It`s a method I kept in my autobiographylike a weapon to deaden the half-steppin that follow meBefore I dismember, burnt to a cinder, blacken they glimmer of hopeand wake em up when they dreamin they dopeI proceed to specialize when I`m hype and demesmerizin theenemies that attack, then I figure,that if they should succeed to get any bigger that I`ma have to triggerRen, the Ruthless excutioner of niggazSo, come one, come all, keep your weapons intactDidn`t you know I was steppin with "The Villain in Black"It`s too late, to escape the spot, I`m havin none of itSo when the bass drops, prepare for perils of punishmentIt`s a thunderstorm, and up your ass I`ma take your victory flagand.. STICK, you know from the first verse I`m a lunaticBut when it comes to death, I kill to see you diefor the thrill to commit a homicide{D.J. Train cuts and scratches screaming sounds} {movie dialogue} *gun shots fired* My mistake -- four coffins