Текст песни Nytowl f Killah Priest - Pay the Piper
Nytowl f Killah Priest - Pay the Piper слова песни
[Intro: sample (Nytowl)]...The one dollar bill at the top on the oneYou`ll see at the top right here on the little curvatureYou will see an owl, it is used as a symbolBecause it sees things in the dark(Oh Shit, what the fuck was that? What the fuck?I don`t know, but they sent y`all to run up in the spotWhat the-- I ain`t in a hurry... what? What the? What the fuck?What the fuck is ... Kingpin! Kingpin! Kingpin![Chorus 4X: Nytowl]You wack ass rappers don`t belong in the cipherI`m comin out to slay, y`all niggaz gotta pay the piper[Nytowl]Straight out the wild wild west here comes the birdWho flew over the cuckoo`s nest, on to the cursed and where y`all vest?Leave a bloody mess if you come test meThe dark lord of the DSDIt`s for your destiny and your whole crew`s futureI`m buckin holes in your body with my lyrical shotti shooterClick click boo ya, who y`all niggaz in my cipher?You know to perpetrate me, gotta make them pay the piperSo feel the fire burn, as the world turnA M.C. gon` die cause they not gon learnwho`s the muthafuckin man, from here to IranI stand 5`9", I`m lethal live, peep my rhymeI survive in the 9, with a techLet my man U-Neek, bang beats on ya set`Nough, `nough, respect to all reality ciherLa, its the lyrical gunsniper, boo ya, Mr. Piper[Chorus 4X][Killah Priest]I stomp rappers through the planetBreak `em down, lift `em up like the TitanicSlam them down the bridges down into the AtlanticBeat `em through walls, punch `em through the floorComin` to lay law, I start breakin` jawsI grab your hands and crush `em like beer cansI fear no man, who walk through the rap seminarsThe same way Christ walked through SynogaugesLookin for Pharoah seeds and savage seasThe only difference; I wear green fatiguesKnockin` over turntables, with this burner to your navalI run up into your label and beat up your A&RsShake the heavens, watch the fallen starsYour arms are to short to box with GodPark your cars, watch the stars, I`m swingin the iron rodI`m on the warpath, check the forecast, the aftermath of the bloodbathWearin a gasmask, low in the grassHoldin the staff, splittin` bodies in half, then I laugh[Chorus 4X w/ Killah Priest ad-libs][Nytowl]Boo ya, me gon blow up the spotBoo ya, boo ya me gon lick up a shotBig up, big up to all original hip hopMe flow nonstop, till all them dead boys dropThe lyrical warlock, reggae rock, hear me nowStraight from Killa Cal, it`s the, nuh, NytowlAnother ties down for that ass, babyA nigga tried to play me, now him say "Hey, Hey"Please Nytowl, me not take it no moreMe did not know that the style was hardcoreShut the fuck up, click click drop to the floorCuz your bitch ass bound to be a double doorMe ready for war, so everybody get murderedWith wicked, better rip the kid, shit they never heard ofBack up back up son, here come the NytowlStep into my cipher, time to pay the piper[Chorus 8X]