officialdh
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audio:
http://www.zshare.net/audio/77561899757fef1c/
lyrics:
i'll be strapped with a bomb to my chest
dieing for hip hop, we strive to be the best
aces, and grand slams, atomics, and bad bands
no relation if you take it that im taking things safe
bang the coast, like a san fran quake
homies try to hit me up and got slapped for days
my road saw an end, but i could rap my way
to the top, call me crazy, but im down to die
pull the thin trigger, watch it blast me out
suicide's when i die. when i crash the crown
slaughter all the rappers, none last a round
now im hustlin raps, no more passing pounds
im ready for whatever, through the rain or any wheather
assembled to an army full rappers that are clever
cocking glocks and setting clocks, to further murder sellouts
i'm a stalin style commi, kamikaze if i get off (get off)
(**)
call me kamikaze, you can call me what you want.
call me kamikaze, you can call me what you want.
call me kamikaze, you can call me what you want.
fallin any second, tryna die and go the heaven..
never quit knockin teeth, never quick to resist
when i slit my left wrist, show you all my red spit
like a bomb prospect, best believe i won't miss
dropping bombs on set, disregard the whole script
rewrite the whole play, cuz the heavens got it wrong
like a devil working worships, every seconds gotten robbed
my fate is looking fishy, but a shark'll make it strong
sendin seven men to see the Gods, to make us live long
i see the world is fallin, fear it not, it's gunna hold
a sacrafice is needed, we the people gotta go
grab the trigga, pull the trigga - homie let the bullet blow!
through the skull and through the brain, let your mind unfold
imma hop up an a plane, and plummit all up on the planet
kill the seeds i planted, i don't care we gotta vanish
hiding in the shadows, through the pressure that we're planning
human genocide, homie, while i'm fuc*ing rapping.
(**)
feedback, advice; all appreciated!
thanks.
http://www.zshare.net/audio/77561899757fef1c/
lyrics:
i'll be strapped with a bomb to my chest
dieing for hip hop, we strive to be the best
aces, and grand slams, atomics, and bad bands
no relation if you take it that im taking things safe
bang the coast, like a san fran quake
homies try to hit me up and got slapped for days
my road saw an end, but i could rap my way
to the top, call me crazy, but im down to die
pull the thin trigger, watch it blast me out
suicide's when i die. when i crash the crown
slaughter all the rappers, none last a round
now im hustlin raps, no more passing pounds
im ready for whatever, through the rain or any wheather
assembled to an army full rappers that are clever
cocking glocks and setting clocks, to further murder sellouts
i'm a stalin style commi, kamikaze if i get off (get off)
(**)
call me kamikaze, you can call me what you want.
call me kamikaze, you can call me what you want.
call me kamikaze, you can call me what you want.
fallin any second, tryna die and go the heaven..
never quit knockin teeth, never quick to resist
when i slit my left wrist, show you all my red spit
like a bomb prospect, best believe i won't miss
dropping bombs on set, disregard the whole script
rewrite the whole play, cuz the heavens got it wrong
like a devil working worships, every seconds gotten robbed
my fate is looking fishy, but a shark'll make it strong
sendin seven men to see the Gods, to make us live long
i see the world is fallin, fear it not, it's gunna hold
a sacrafice is needed, we the people gotta go
grab the trigga, pull the trigga - homie let the bullet blow!
through the skull and through the brain, let your mind unfold
imma hop up an a plane, and plummit all up on the planet
kill the seeds i planted, i don't care we gotta vanish
hiding in the shadows, through the pressure that we're planning
human genocide, homie, while i'm fuc*ing rapping.
(**)
feedback, advice; all appreciated!
thanks.