a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de barbarian freestyle sessions pt. ii - attila

[intro]
attila
2015
big up slew dem, big up tempz, lethal b
serious business

[verse 1]
what kind of things do you have
in show’n’tell don’t expect me to stop
i’ma put them coins in my bag
and clear everything out of your shop
better hand over the stash
your boys don’t wanna see you impaled
king of the huns everything crash
your arms and legs to a cross with a nail
murk any man dem stand in my way
murderous til we get paid
i’m not here to cotch or relax
just send me the fire blud burn the stockade
don’t make man vex now or any time
today is a day you’ll never forget
if you don have a tongue to recall the tale
i’ma brand my name straight into your neck

bam! i chop down your front door
crash! amphora falls to the floor
smash! all the things in your house
smash! all the food in the store
keh-ching! cos no we never go
grab the gold coins and silken robe
you’re never gonna see that silken robe
it’s sure…. what else you got in here?
run up stairs and into rooms
wifey’s hiding make her swoon
how would she like to concubine too
scythian whip will conquer you
see man hiding goth in garden
runaway slave never was pardoned
moving mysterious moving kinda reckless
gold t–th hanging on my necklace

[chorus 1]
a to the double t i l a
not from la but man still get paid
hunnic flava born in the saddle
manaman chop and manaman battle
crossed the volga cotch in a yurt
ride on horseback chase down skirt
playtime’s over sun coming up
fire off arrows like brap brap brap
me have to bash down romans so sly
they wanna war, me don’t know why
murk every goth like a bird in the sky
with the eye of an archer bow and file
now it’s not about rank and file
man is king of this golden mile
chop informer to the floor with a smile
we burn dem fam then chill for a while

[verse 2]
some a dem call me vlad the impaler
boy better know man the asian dictator
might see me at the gate of byzantium
burn dem jericho hot like pot-ssium
might see me cos we are legion
expect us blud man don’t need a reason
might see you blindfold and a ransom
blah! cut your head off like samson
sh-t! blood flowing ‘pon the floor
sharp up the knives; pin em to the door
don’t ask me who what why wherefore
rudeboy you started this world war
have i got a word for the haters
hiding in barns or smiling on paper
romans pagans danes and medes
counting hail maries or prayer beads

what d’you know about the scythian horde?
don’t wanna see man riding his horse
me got me tints and scythian bow
scythian whip cut em up like blow
den i dey step right up to the fool
get off the horse and give me the tool
i said “get off the horse!
“this is extortion of course!!”
that bwoy musta been short of hearing
cut off his ears but left him the earring
break the kneecaps put him in the boats
feed him milk and honey til he bloats
insect and locust going everywhere
extraction not long with diarrhea
den i go kick back with my fam
boil up a goat and chop hard pon yam

[chorus 2]
a to the double t i l a
don’t stress we just wanna get paid
stack them paper up to the ceiling
look left look right everywhere dealing
cos i move large like lebanese
child of the steppe nuff enemies
celebrate that we roll deep please
black flags from roman emb-ssies
next step: burn down rome
empress wedding ring, first cl-ss stamp
dogs be hungry give the dog a bone
emperor goes to a pow camp
even pope says “don’t do that”
me i don’t care, kick him in the vag
shoot down angels get the honour badge
been there done there get me the scratch

[verse 3]
see man riding a scythian whip
blacked out blinker warrior lean
see man riding a scythian whip
license to k!ll since me was 13
came from the ghetto born to be star
hermit of the rocks say: you go far
life on the prairie life on the boat
burn every castle burn every moat
where there’s smoke gotta be fire
burn dem informer in a car tyre
eyes pon prize and next horizon
me i strike hard like tyson
and i got beef my youth
manaman got a bad streak my youth
roman coin pon road my youth
next emperor explode my youth

[outro]
barbarian freestyle sessions 2015
ya don’ know
not ready
rome, i dey murk you man
attila
shouts out: slew dem, tempz, lethal bizzle
ya don’ know
barbarians wanna come battle me you try man
i dey burn you
slew dem…
we out yeah!

- attila

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS