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letra de tongue fu - cilvaringz

[intro: cilvaringz]
bang that sh-t, a-yo my tongue be the sword
we on the track with this sick (banging–ss track)
peace shabazz (steel valley) watch the fortress, n-gg-
yeah, g.o.d., sliding forth, the god, 4th disciple
it’s one blood, we throw blades in the higher state
(where death rates, escalate)

[verse 1: cilvaringz]
yo, born to start building and stop graveling
’cause every time i battle, i was taught forth, sent to k!lling
played it back, stop fronting or get dealt with
my enemies be b-mpinh weak beats like the heart of yelsin
iron death of blood kin, so if you think, you are fly
i’ma come to cut your wings
’cause my sh-t’s inconspicuous, but that’s my verbal fitness
i promise, that you end up talking to spirits
my lyrics, bruise the microphone when i spit
european shaolin sh-t, don’t even bring it
i sing it, i write it, i dig a f-cking picture
i even make jesus write it down in the scriptures
constantly in tactic, bragging, never sleeping
always kicking lines, like it’s drug addict screaming
spit close, that prophetize like horoscopes
i can’t be cloned, mozart, couldn’t write my notes
listen god, did you go and them writers to sn-tch wallets
every time you sell a copy of your f-cking alb-m
i rock it like dave [?], i never cared for you
just because your sh-t is terrible
i send my swordsman to fight it, while you bite sh-t
now even j-panese cats, won’t buy your sh-t
you battle me? didn’t mamma teach your manners?
don’t f-ck with any one, let’s grab this weight to caliber
prepare to, step to the god in the track
that’s like, russian roulette, with a fully loaded gat
but if you do, you better pop condoms in your mouth
’cause when styles h-t, grenade, with the pin taken out
exploding n the face, for the rap hercules
adding his name to eazy, bob, jake and freddie mercury
you heard of me? i’m that bomb ticking too fast
create my enemies, and do a thing of the past
and transform grenades into a bed
and make rappers get witness protection programs
’cause my sh-t is tight like a fetus p-ssy
my alb-m be the flick, and my tongue is bruce lee

[chorus x2: 4th disciple]
as we educate the minds of fools, we come through
and we ever take the heads of food, and set them jewels
as we demonstrate the golden rule
from the holy book of tongue fu

[verse 2: cilvaringz]
yo, bee sting or sword swinger, kick you like denilson
after this, you better hide your face like neighbor wilson
’cause [?] with 36 poetic asteroids
got rhymes so fine, they post in playboy
eh boy, n-body make me, but that’s hard to believe
’cause i got the a-team looking like babies
plus i stand strong, but when you perform
even your own click, puts the walkmans on
host the planes on my bed, ’cause i write heavy sh-t
criticize it, you went and walked in life’s verbal kin
behold the truth, f-ck with ringz, and i make elton john write in hip-hop
candle in the wind, when i battle, you get sick of seat castellus
that mean’s i’m k!lling so fast, the earth is spinning backwards
so let it be a lesson for you b-st-rds
my tongue fu’s the death grip, style of the mantis
rock a vest when you watch me on tv
and point a gun to my sh-t, when you pick it up at fat beats
’cause my poetry, makes it hard to approach me
if rappers playing ball, phil jackson would coach me
release angle on the “mics of insanity”
all my fans’ll think ringz battle gravity
physically and mentally, engineer fear this
even now i’m hearing nightmares about my lyrics
crazy homicidal manslaughters, with style’s bad
record labels got me restraining orders
and i try to be the beast in the middle east
but they bootleg my sh-t, and sold it at the gaza strip
that’s what happens when you f-ck up my music
point f-cking blank, the conclusion
is challenge me to a battle, you dumb alone
but you believe in the spot, where ammo speak international
yeah, you used to say him, f-ck that gat
but now you get the rate your face with meet joe black

[break: cilvaringz]
b-tch, six hundred and fifty eight cranes of tongue fu
crazy 4th disciple

[chorus x2: 4th disciple]
as we educate the minds of fools, we come through
and we ever take the heads of food, and set them jewels
as we demonstrate the golden rule
from the holy book of tongue fu

- cilvaringz

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