Song Lyrics
I wish it was that simple, cold crush get it cracking, heat it up till the bones blacken
Then i will diagnose with tinnitus, the master gunnery combatant blasting mixtape assassin
Don t behave cruel to be kind, no seat belt Canibus, armour upgrade beneath seat mount
let s see who can reload fastest
Look out for the planet sized shrapnel, cold crush get it cracking, double shot glass of absinthe still spitting fantastic
We legends putting it down, tell me what the beef is about
martial arts for the mind
before it turn into something somebody gotta bleed about
i m still rapping
When it was exactly that, tell me what the beef is about, the b-2 bomb pilot waiting for that long silence
Armour upgrade beneath seat mount, let s see who can reload fastest
the hip hop conglomerate
a roman gladiator clashing
heat it up till the bones blacken
the hip hop conglomerate
What you wanna speak about, a roman gladiator clashing
i ricochet 7.62 jacket
But when emcees used to talk with advanced thought, chest plates split in half with axes
What you wanna speak about, the master gunnery combatant blasting mixtape assassin
Fuck the politics, chest plates split in half with axes
Dj premier on the boards, got a casualty
No seat belt, don t need him now, the phonograph fascist
i m still rapping
The hip hop conglomerate, turn the beat up premier Rap, when it was exactly that