Testo Kill Or Be Killed - Saukrates
Testo della canzone Kill Or Be Killed (Saukrates), tratta dall'album The Underground Tapes
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Kill or be killed
Fuckin' with the heavy metal shit
Niggas can't deal with it
Lightyear of the heavy shit
Ain't a nigga left on the roster, gotcha
Spittin' up blood all over your microphone
Impostor, run for the hills, Billy, 'cause I spot ya
Spittin' that wack shit, guzzle this vodka
Relax, kid, Hell is where you're leadin' to
I know you don't believe in Hell, but Hell believes in you, sucker
Next time you see me, your lips gon' pucker
Kiss my stankin' ass, payback was a bitch
Now she's a bad motherfucker
Foot, fists, and thought, three of the deadliest weapons
My soul's ice cold, no hot steppin'
Claimin' you did a bid, dude, kill the drama
The only beast's belly you ever been in was your mama's
Comma, meanin' to pause
Got your one-legged critics crawlin' on all fours
Unmask to the world, this is my cue
Now pain has a face, kid, allow me to show it to you
Now get up on the stage, MC, if you will
But when it comes to the mic, MC, kill or be killed
I know there are many different versions of skill
But when it comes to the mic, MC, kill or be killed
You the first little piggy to be slaughtered by the wolf's rhyme
But in this rhyme, I'm the third swine
I built a brick house, it's all mine
I'm spittin' acid, kid
The burn's got you face down in your casket, kid
What?
Man-to-man combat
Every man for himself
Success will not be measured by wealth
But who will be around for the long run, baby?
Can you feel this? Uh
The rap game got me cannibalistic for brain
It's a delicacy, my rhyme was written, you claim
That's irrelevant, B, 'cause you was wack from the beginnin'
I had your head spinnin'
And now you're all upset 'cause your girlfriend's clingin'
I mean to be rude, shootin' first, '
Cause they got hella niggas out there
Who would eat my food, dude, includin' you, dude
I swing at competition like a fiend swing a mood
And shine with the veteran and rookie all-stars
I make love with Venus and world war with Mars
'Cause a rap czar's attack must be astronomical
A Castro grip on hip-hop'll be phenomenal
But for now, straighten your spine, stand proud
'Cause Sache is that nigga who be tappin' at your brow
Soldier, my tolerance for disobedience is now over, kid
Let's see who's bolder
Givin' you the cold shoulder, freeze
Missed the first pitch, now your grip's choked up, bitch, please
Used to represent your hood, came gunnin' for me
Now you're at the purgatory gates of rhyme runnin' from me
You got on the stage, MC, you were real
But when it comes to the mic, MC, kill or be killed
You lost, so the next lifetime, you cut a deal
When it comes to the mic, MC, kill or be killed
You know, sometimes, you just gotta say, "Fuck a nigga"
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Writer(s): Karl Amani Wailoo
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