Testo Last One Left - Hawk Eye
Testo della canzone Last One Left (Hawk Eye), tratta dall'album Full Disclosure
Speaking prose with my poetry so it will be felt
I got these niggaz trying to go at me, but they will be dealt
With accordingly - This shit's only packaged to sell
So I can infect mind still trapped in a cell
Last One Left, I gotta kill it myself
And make a miracle lyric so severe it defies health
Kill 'em all when they hear it, there's no time to divide wealth
Send 'em on to the next life with a little of my help
I said I came here to kill 'em with just lyrics, so sharp
That just the sound of my breath is enough to stop hearts
So don't tug at my pen when I'm penning this Dark Art
Or I might just go ape shit, and tear you apart
Spit it back in your face like it's mace, so don't start
Hell Raiser - No grace or mercy to impart
This is my time - I told you it's scary, so depart
I'll make you very aware of my snare beat's flow chart
Terrorist when I go in, so I know when it blows
Gotta hear it to fear it, so my message is that I own
Every right to use lyrics as weapons at my shows
You're gonna hate to get near it, cause the heat from my stove
Is too much to handle, so you might wanna go home
Brandishing handguns isn't safe - Hawk Eye knows
So while I'm languishing with languages my flow gets ice cold
Freeze all competition and leave 'em dead in styrofoam
Make my way to the kitchen, now just listen, when I speak
I Grab a knife and it glistens when I'm mentioning "Side Beef"
Stand you all at attention with this wisdom - Don't try me
I'll leave you wishing my mission was just to supply heat
So stoke the fire if you're tired so that I can relax
I broke the choir, now you're hired - Yeah - Now think fast
What's the most Devilish thing I could write in my raps?
I guess the Devil should have understood that I'm back!
Hawk Eye's not a soldier, and this is no war
I hear Hell's getting colder, and I wonder what for
Did the Devil catch wind of my music? Or
Is he running away cause he felt my force
Shoot him up with this chopper, just like it's my chore
Sit in my helicopter and beg him for more
I could let him off, but I promised my sword
That I won't let him live - It's my duty to roar
All the politicians, bankers and thieves
Got the game hemmed up, but don't know about me
I'll make 'em quake in their boots and drop to their knees
I'm not much like Jesus, but I'll make them see
Giving sight to the blind, I just try to unwind
So much might I command, so I'm taking my time
I'll make this planet dance as I remind
Every one of the Truth, as I show 'em the signs
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Writer(s): Ethan Womack
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