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letra de the cook out - killarmy

{movie sample, unknown man}

for some warriors, the answer is crystalised in an instant, their
instincts point them only one way. the truth becomes undeniable, and
apocylptic.

[dom pachino, p.r. terrorist]

i got a hunger for the mic my appet-te strike late at night
food for thought, hold down a fort
up in the port of riches last seen giving st-tches,
grab the can by? crucifix, his team actin superst-tious,
one eyein, one fakin, reachin for his iron
and one tryin to get close, i got the toast
and i’m firin, blood gushin, commotion
still zonin off the war potion

[beretta 9]

yo wha, yo
we be the masters of circuference,
my thought can’t behold body, mind control substance
for the key to this sh-t, kid
examin the imposter, group of a uh-life’s
my team be deep like a roster, you lobster
you break the edges of all the?
cut the tongues off all the snakes
just one hiss may cost ya, the price of ya life
i should always think twice, remember always think twice
because mistake may be comin away kid
so wake the f-ck up, yo wake the f-ck up, yo

[islord]

aiyoo, straight up and down
don’t even bring that type of sh-t around me
you live get ya whole neck slapped off ya shoulders
quick fast, faster than the eye blink, so why think
you could live amongst the, livest mc’s
and d-o-d’s that i run with,
and collaborate my thoughts with
to elevate to higher standard as i landed,
but never stranded as the god p.r. terrorist apprehended
-n-log suspects on the set

[dom pachino]
dirty doctrine, killer concoction, rhyme rottin,
stay plottin, yesterday wake, grenade shoppin
caught a nice one, grave the vest-a
to track a? that may get bl–dy, ugly
dippin in mud, my soldiers gonna love me
grab a mic, look into the sunshine way above me
hold my forehead, today had my daily bread
shared it with you, make sure my fans are always fed

[killa sin]

yo i’m pullin wrestiln moves,
my compet-tion headlocked into submission,
while shots are lickin
pickin through crops of intuition,
yo my brain starts to change shorts are strange (what)
names brought in vain, court physical force of unexplained
for the battle of my life in the night light
this n-gg- grab a mic tight
strike with a flash of dynamite, right
so figure this, killa get vigorous
a lyricist supremicist attackin the track like? of villages

run, we still pillagin dunn

- killarmy

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