Drums pt. II

[Verse 1] Ready the canons Take your best shot Don’t blow it Got me red hot More fire Put you’re hands up You don’t want a problem C told me get em so I got em Started from the bottom now we here, headed For more beats, more kicks, more snares, get it Build a wall, lock the door But I’m not going to knock no more, Battle poetry [Hook] Let the drums go bang Battle poetry [Verse 2] And she rock that camo Two-way-monologue, no convo Swear I kept it real, no con yo, I know That’s why tu so lo, no con yo, hold up Let it marinate Now retaliate Can’t turn black into white I’m thinking deep down you want back to the fight I don’t know what your girlfriends lack in the night They just haters in a cave with they back to the light Plato, you better lay low Spotted doing shots down at Club Sarajevo Better lay low, yup, you know this My homie told me "Let by gones be by gones" Trying homes, but these iPhones be time bombs Tired from writing good-bye-songs to fine ones Diamonds turned into rhinestones, so I’m gone One-man-army Aka. no one can harm me Drum-sticks and stones may break my bones But I’m not gon take no more, let the drums [Hook] [Bridge] Give me that break [Hook] Denne teksten kommer fra Rap Genius Norge!