The Military Mind of Chaka Zulu
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Yeah, one two Heavy Metal Kings, Paz, Bill Look Oh, we brolic now? I'ma have to clap at his dreads Only get a kick in the ass and pat on the head How this motherfucker breadbox lacking in bread? That's what happen when your washed up, passion is dead Anybody can get it, anybody that ask for Bird-chest motherfuckers, all the way to fat boys How the fuck's son OT with no passport? Caught too many bodies, there's way too many to transport Had to merk his man's for it, hooked to the bait And his blood before the beef like I'm cooking a steak Sleeping on a OG, a rookie mistake And there's bakin' soda everywhere, cookies and cake See, the toaster always on me if I get in a jam And if a enemy extend it I will spit at his hand Understand that Elohim live off the land Because Yahweh said the wolf would live with the lamb If I got to steal, to get over, I'm gonna do it My kids are not gonna go hungry out here, I don't give a damn from who I'm gonna steal and get it I'm not gonna break in no houses, no nothin' But if I see a nigga come down the street, or a white man, anybody come down the street And they got twenty dollars in they hand, I'm gonna snatch it Wiggers think shit's sweet I carry big heat Wavy hair. chipped teeth Up in the shit, deep Sip Jack, gulp Henny Young Lemmy run the jewels so my gun heavy In the bathroom like Kleinfeld fucking Steffie Cash rule every bustin cherry like Hendry Listen, get your fuckin' head kicked in for thinking you gully Spit in your hand, pussy, ice pick in your skully Stick a machete up your ass for a laugh Amongst the evil shamans Speak to dragons and cast spells like Stephen Bannon Squirling apparitions burn and crash the system Avalanches, tarantulas and assassins with pistols Walk through portals and the mind beyond the sky Cause what's normal to the spider is chaos to the fly Stay around [?] Before you see the light, fucko, you gots to die I used to go on, like on a rampage, grab five guys on the subway, take 'em all off, go back downstairs, take another guy off. [? ] Here's a guy, he's makin' a phone call, yolk 'em, strip 'em, when we draggin' this guy in the middle of the night, under mice [? ] pants stuck under his shoes, [? ] just drag him down the block, naked. Funniest thing
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- Duration
- 02:34
- Key
- 5
- Tempo
- 95 BPM