Killing with flange and with tape and with hendrix and Killing with flange and with tape and with help I am the one who cannot ever see me 'cause I am
: Open your eyes Wasted, high everyday Try me, tired of breathing? Well I am the weapon so watch me explode And sing this song for you Cos you've come
control It's your family I put on rows, front row I'ma 223 grabber Bust or block hitter Project kidnapper Rookie nigga wig splitter Make copies for the rapture
you swallow me, no apologies, your honor A general in war, I'm the first to bomb With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed I'
pop locks 'til you fracture you bones I manufacture the dopest narcotics to hit since crack hit the streets In capsules a few years after Blondie's ?Rapture
killer cobra, It's Harlem USA I diddy bop and shop with Oprah, (Yeah nigga, what.) [Cee-lo, Chorus] Nigga what, From my voice I'm killing 'em, I shed
you'll never get's respect I stick the pits on ya I represent California Home of the shooters The looters The drug movers Girl barracuda Set you up for the kill
will What it will or won't be then (unknown) sure the predevelopment of the of the inkful in the pen Mind the minds eye's trickery Cause you might picture killer
endorsed from the source of the universe This the birth of the sun, Solar Biology Planet and stars form around the 19th Galaxy This the Rapture of the
the heat close to my flesh May I say these last words to my enemies passing the Earth? Laughing at my passion and merge, "Ok, kill me if ya'll wanna"
too ohhhh ohhhh Follow the grid to the truth Refrain Born to kill, born to die in holy war aiming high, shooting low, all against all Born to kill, born
that's a NO I'm a DJ but I heat up Mic's wen I flow! Spit for real Hit to kill It gets messy when I grip my steel [Scat-D] Explosive flows like my rapture
thats laid up And ya mind is made up This is for the borough of Sean Bell (Rest In Peace) All uh my niggas with strong will All my niggas that gone kill
: [Method] Uhh [M. Killa] Deadly Medley part two [Method] That's my word! It ain't safe no more... bitch! [Masta Killa] Yo, yo Brain
Blur I Was Loving The Pain You Would Learn Kicked Open The Door With A Fury She Was The First One To Go Slowly At First And Then Quickly You Bled As My Rapture
you then I'm hittin that clutch in da black truck, what, fuck yo' back up My dubs be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel the rapture.. ha
