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  • RZA »

    RZA Holocaust (silkworm) текст песни

    Holocaust (silkworm)

    You fallin down an endless tunnel of doom reality
    Grahically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy
    Insanity, titanium stomach, devour and guiness
    My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
    Still deceases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
    MC’s sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
    Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
    Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name
    Holocaust, black man, loose vains, littered with thorns
    Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be born deformed
    Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs
    Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm
    I’m filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
    My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
    Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, temp me
    I’ll break it simply, I’m hard, find me empty
    Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
    Rock crush, a german suplex, watch spines slip out the side route
    Four-arm bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab
    Get stabbed and bloodied back
    While, I’m sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
    Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
    Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
    Got oscar nominee mc’s stuck on my hatchet
    Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
    While, Bobby’s throwin razor cd’s like ninja stars

    Yo, yo, yo, dropped down a man-hole, yo, I rap ammo
    Blows out your candle, check, yo
    Dropped down a man-hole, I rap ammo
    Blows out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged on your tombstone by Chandel
    Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo
    Scared your ass, you jumped through a closed window
    To a hundred beats per a second, my mic’s secret weapon
    Infertiate your style to that of Led Zeplin
    Encyclopedia Brittanica, Hanna Barbera, world of suppress ninjas
    Couldn’t give a proper word on the scripture of my manner
    You’re just a flicker to my inferno, we burn for eternal
    MC’s delight — popcorn, we poppin every curnel
    Chopped us in your journal, we hot like a thermal-
    Nuclear explosion, under my control of your country
    Like the federal enforcement management agency
    My technique, he vocabulary freak
    Recite for state, my divine is like Dante’s Peak
    At most, you’ll be trapped off in PatMoss
    Get smacked in the back of your neck with the black toast
    King Cobra, black blue black and bare foot
    On the roof dusted out, waitin for carriers
    Poppin like Orville Redd’n Bocker and Betty Crocker
    The top secret is the fourty-five glock popper
    Control men, like rats is controlled by Ben or Willis
    American Express privelages, blood spillage
    We got more balls then village
    Star-spangled banner, soldier stand up
    Cobra commander, stop the propaganda
    Thirty shot banana clip, full-loaded, radar scanners get decoded
    Digital warfare torments your head, eye’s bloated
    Nexus floated, poison darts quoted
    American eagle stingin up blue Beetle Bailey
    On the wine mixed with Hennessey daily
    Keep thee scaly, Israeli niggaz from the clan
    We bide the omish that’ll harness the promise land

    [Dr. Doom]
    Yo, yo, yo, you can’t escape from the Dr. of Doom
    My lyrics bloom on a bafoons and take flight like witches brooms
    That full moon on all you dumb-dumbs
    Watch your filthy rise away ike soap scum
    The war-lord swingin flamin swords just like a shogun
    Of darkness, my scriptures cause arches like flamin archmen
    My killer bee sting remains accurate like a marksman
    So, tape with caution, we attack like black martians
    Corner of the market, by usin digital strategies
    Reefer sparks my acid battery, yall niggaz flatter me
    With all that tough talk, I drop bombs like Mookie Blaylock
    >From the outside or the inside, create intense rides
    When my pen glides all mc’s will get they hands tied
    For talkin shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit
    Killer bees must reign supreme throughout the continent
    We conquered it, mother fuckers

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