that, you niggas hatin on the fact, that the kid is blazin on this track and hatin on em back My doe stacked up wit O's, who the mack duckin po po's blowin
bombs from the arm like Galvatron [Verse Two: U-God] United Nations, gun fire style patient Formulatin rap plural acapella occupation Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb
try as I bomb atomically Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded by this total square mileage of violence that I brung I've not yet begun to stung It's
lyrical blunt makes me *cough* [U-God] Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style Sloop-B and my b-boy's U to my crew with the
we can see each other, cause every color that makes the light appear duller, who's the colored man? Who's the original, who's the biochemical Who's the
strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm Droppin emcee's
don, who plays it all night long? Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm Droppin emcee's to their
piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanistan Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabic's
' 'em down Me breakin' 'em down, man Bump the Enterpri$e is breakin' 'em down Me breakin' 'em down, man Me breakin' down, me breakin' down Me breakin' down
One man army, only two things in the world can calm me West *** and that bomb *** I never back down, never back down Never back down, now that the Bone Thug's
me (why?) because they get done Here it comes I'm as Able as Cain to get raw That's why the DJ's mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses not da bomb so save
me (why? ) because they get done Here it comes I'm as able as cain to get raw That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses Not da bomb so save
di city (That's what's up!) Disappear when yuh see we (That's what's up!) Jamaicans nah nuh pity (That's what's who!) That's what's up! (A weddy!!!!)
[Intro: Killah Priest] Uh.. Black August Good Morning America It's Killah Priest back at ya I'm feelin' good tonight, uh-huh Priesthood, Big U in the
It's all about the lyrics, it's not about the ego Quick to make a jam and slam sound like the pro that I am It's profound, like the kids from the underground
' me Cut the hand off a chicken tryin' steal from me CNN be that bomb diggy bomb you see Now it's Nore now in the fuckin' driver's seat Yo I shot rapid
a mic in my chest It's Highteck, I got the fucken feds tracing my steps So what's next? a bomb gold at the back of my neck I'm in the U.S. everyday still
represent, that U.P.T. I'm givin' shots to my homies off of Valence street Much love to them niggas with the 2-23's And all the ballas, playas, and gangstas