[9th Prince] This place is no Grain I used to walk with a grenade attached to my big ass chain And let it hang, this year I'm blowin' up like the big bang Yo, verbal killa, I rhyme for my street guerillas The Wu-Tang Killa Bee Godzillas I'm wild like a pitbull who turned on his master Lyrical disaster, musical massacre My rhyme pattern left rings around Saturn What I earn will never burn Fast like Sugar Ray, hit hard like the Hitman Hearns I write rhymes whether ridin' in the Range or ridin' on the four train People lookin' at me strange as the 9th Prince explains his membrane I used to walk with a grenade attached to my big ass chain And let it hang...
[Sav Killz] We like assassins, MC's destroy viciously Put you out for the count and claim victory Maliciously, we the opposite of industry Fuck what you do out there, we Think Differently Duel of an Iron Mic, burned down ya ministry You cats sound off on the mic and have no chemistry No cure, no remedy, my skills is too assimilly My Killa Beez niggaz do this, they recommended me Praised commendably, Killarm' the infantry Murderous is the word to describe my symphony And we don't give a fuck, as you see, I have no sympathy Raised by the crooks in the Brook, my heart's empty Wu Music, still on ya brain and can't refuse it It's like let the bombs blow, nigga, it can't defuse it Abuse it, Killa Beez still swarm and consume shit Ya wack-ass wanna be niggaz we ain't amused with
[Dasha] Yo, I'm an assassin with the pen Murder rappers for frontin' with my passion from within Killa Sin put to killer that was age in the Gotti roots Coffins they cust' and they make 'em when I body troops Mastermind and I'm climbin', rhymin' with no filler Sit back, reclinin', my thoughts racin', I'm more iller Grew up with hustlers, young shooters and old killers That made a smooth transition from a dope dealer Flow wheezin', an asthmatic with bad habits Provoke treason, a track addict, I spaz at it And I damage any dude in my vacinity Top up cruisin', I ain't tryin' to catch a Kennedy Verbal assassin, I could kill 'em with my energy I'm that nigga other rappers just pretend to be We in a midst of war, pray for my enemies Rap medicine man, I got the remedy, nigga...
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[Sav Killz] We like assassins, MC's destroy viciously Put you out for the count and claim victory Maliciously, we the opposite of industry Fuck what you do out there, we Think Differently Duel of an Iron Mic, burned down ya ministry You cats sound off on the mic and have no chemistry No cure, no remedy, my skills is too assimilly My Killa Beez niggaz do this, they recommended me Praised commendably, Killarm' the infantry Murderous is the word to describe my symphony And we don't give a fuck, as you see, I have no sympathy Raised by the crooks in the Brook, my heart's empty Wu Music, still on ya brain and can't refuse it It's like let the bombs blow, nigga, it can't defuse it Abuse it, Killa Beez still swarm and consume shit Ya wack-ass wanna be niggaz we ain't amused with
[Dasha] Yo, I'm an assassin with the pen Murder rappers for frontin' with my passion from within Killa Sin put to killer that was age in the Gotti roots Coffins they cust' and they make 'em when I body troops Mastermind and I'm climbin', rhymin' with no filler Sit back, reclinin', my thoughts racin', I'm more iller Grew up with hustlers, young shooters and old killers That made a smooth transition from a dope dealer Flow wheezin', an asthmatic with bad habits Provoke treason, a track addict, I spaz at it And I damage any dude in my vacinity Top up cruisin', I ain't tryin' to catch a Kennedy Verbal assassin, I could kill 'em with my energy I'm that nigga other rappers just pretend to be We in a midst of war, pray for my enemies Rap medicine man, I got the remedy, nigga...
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