letra de get it right - holocaust
[intro: crisis the sharpshooter]
black knights
through the jungles we swarmin’
from every angle… stay swarmin’
yo!
[verse 1: crisis the sharpshooter]
raised in environments where gats stay firin’, pure violence
rob for a salary and sell drugs - thug’s mentality
poverty’s reality, for me and mine
that’s why we live the life of crime
stuck in these medieval times strugglin’
we murder for the love of hustlin’, my life
we keep the spot bubblin’ til’ the narcs come rushin’ in
no other way, ballin’ for everything or nothin’ at all
manifest thoughts i’m speaking, thats’s law
it’s a thin line between good and evil, light and darkness
go harder than heartless, i pull through, regardless to whom or what
refuse to lose, give your troops the blues
on their cells short stoppin’, crisis known to keep the north poppin’, corpse droppin’
when the beef’s real that’s why we keep steel
tucked low, quick to let guns blow, so duck low
when you hear something, you’ll die you come through here frontin’
black knights deliver act-rights we fear nothing
[hook: crisis the sharpshooter]
it’s do or die in these streets
so what you choose, show and prove if you know it’s beef
nothin’ to lose but your life steppin’ to the knights
so get it right, don’t grab a mic if your sh-t ain’t tight
get it right
[verse 2: holocaust]
elephant men, guns and dirty mops
purist hip-hop, shots heard on your block
run down the staircase stepping on greedy roaches
never can approach this, lyrics that be the dopest
drinking screwdrivers, laughing with the skarekrow
nails in a bucket of paint, the dirty saint
ladies feel faint, i’m rusty as a monkey wrench
thrown in the pipework, swingin’ a black knights shirt
late in the evening, nightmare, the poet
the sky rains hammers hu-hu-hu-hu-hu!
guns in your face, watch me act the silliest
all points, bullets, and k!lla bee gang affiliates
club fight where you should mambo, cigars
clean cl-ssic cars, evening at the opera house
this one ends with me returning to the swamp
kiss la on the cheek, dosvidaniyu
i’d rather leap with umbrellas
fellas in congress are jealous and lies is what they sell us
fiddle happily, harmonica never trifle
pistol on my lap, and in my coat ‘cuz its rifle
chitty-bang-bang, la fique, holocaust!
[hook x2: crisis the sharpshooter]
[verse 3: crisis the sharpshooter]
it’s official, bl–dy paragraphs contaminate your system
prescribe the antidote, snipe that -ss from a distance
baptise my throat with the henney and c0ke
firewater mixed with widow hold it in ’til i choke
get the full effect, eyes blood shot, get drunk and pull the tech
disconnect the neck and dime it back to disrespect
leave you posin’ for obituaries, posted in cemeteries
trapped in a box for trynna slap-box with glocks
hit your spine releasin’ multiple shots
strays ricochet the walls and hallways, gunplay all-day
got the block locked like rayway
f-ck individuals we’ll make them all pay
all pay!
[hook x2: crisis the sharpshooter]
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