Blacastan & Stu Bangas - Nubian Metal - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

01.01.2014

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Tekst piosenki
[Verse One: Celph Titled] I'm straight jacking in a straight jacket Letting gats flare My crib not the Player's Club but got plenty macs there Slip scripts like pill mills We the real deal rapper slappers Get a toe tag and black bag to match it Took your girl but it's aaight she call me "papa bear" Your studio makes bubble raps so we can get it popping there When I'm an Hennessy fiend I like to flash that semi thing And cook the biscuit like Jimmy Dean Break in your house while you sleep, yeah this dude's scary Put a pillow over your teeth like the Tooth Fairy Now all I see is a flurry of feathers (What else?) A dead motherfucker and a smoking Beretta They say, "Celph wild he be eating flesh" But I don't ever die I'm a crash test dummy with GPS Give a fuck if you a Folk or a Crip The smoke stack from this bomber will cause a solar eclipse [Hook: Blacastan] Nubian metal Forever war beef never settle Cock it back and let it bark like Pits in the kennel There's no love here, only warfare Letting heads roll, we never fought fair "Lord have mercy" Fuck outta here [Verse Two: Vinnie Paz] You like Heaven I like Hell Y'all ain't got no bars you like a dead cell I'm Seamus Ryan in '97 ya head swell Round the whole entire Army up and set sail I ain't know a human being could be that frail That pussy and that suckerish, that stale I ain't know it was wackness on such a vast scale I ain't notice the tragicness of the rat's tail I had to fight through adversity like a black male I had to perform a surgery with the black nail I can see the uncertainty through a black veil I bleed blood that's burgundy, you's is pastel (Some arts and crafts motherfuckers) Hard rock, Vinnie crush boulders I've been carrying y'all too long, hunched shoulders Talking 'bout Crystal drinking crushed Foldgers Iron Mike '87 god crush [?] [Hook] [Verse Three: Blacastan] My tools burst, plus the knife work Wanted to hustle but I had to quit school first I made rhyming my life, word to Kool Herc [?] right through your shirt Run up in your crib, Rob the Base that's EZ Rock My disguise, long beard like ZZ Top Let the beat knock, feel it that's that 80's rock Hit the block with a sock full of crazy rock Moon craters long guns remove haters Cream joints rolling dust in a doobie paper This that easy writer in a brown package We rap lords, we rhyme masters Leaving niggas laid out like Craftmatics We acknowledge the knowledge god that's mathematics You can add on or you can build on it If you love your script you can get killed on it I leave bodies where live like Gacey's crib Crime fiend like the lake where Jason live Horrifying make you convert like Ma$e done did Making rappers cross over like Jason Kidd
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