Verse 1: Paul Banks I don't needs these highs to raise me I don't need these highs to lift me I don't want your smiles to wake me I don't think that I should slowly go Never ending trials I am facing I don't want their wiles to mix me up I'm all fucked up today My lucky friend says your luck will end today I don't need these highs to raise me I don't need these lows to know I don't want these childs to be rating me I don't need their noses to nose my heart That's a start Let's get it on My lucky friend says your luck will end today My lucky friend says your luck will end today
Verse 2: RZA Ice cold on the battlefield Twenty below was the wind chill Winchester rifle with the hot lead That burnt a hole in their fuckin heads Bullets rained on the battlefield The survivor is the one who kills Now they drown in their own blood Men laying where they once stood Through the fire and the gun smoke Niggas crawlin with their backs broke And they hoping that they don't croak Bullets sprayin and there's no hope One by one I slay my enemy Drain them of their energy I fight for this victory You die in your iniquity Ice cold on the battlefield Twenty below, motherfucker, that's the wind chill A thousand men may come but they fall one by one Call the preacher and the mortician you can't stop this coalition It's like I'm fighting against the prohibition In the sunlight, bong, you see that sword glisten
Bridge: Paul Banks My lucky friend says your luck will end today Now we got this taste for blood Now we got this taste for blood oh no This pain here is all but surmounted by peace It truly is
Verse 3: RZA Killer Hill Brownsville never ran never will Beats worth a quarter mil Movie cams on my grill Never jam never squeal Chrome on every wheel A bag of cash in this stash Clean on the bills I'm just one of my mom's eight born sons One of those nine swordsmen slice your neck with a tongue It's the old dirty cousin a student of Allah justice Force in my mind 'cause the atom bomb to crush this I bathe in the moonlight gave praise in the sunlight Seen the platoon strike at midnight to the noon light Oh what a life With just a butter knife they can hijack your crew and destruct Interrupt your life Then raise the price of grass, hash, gas, and rice I send the white square bishop to Sacrifice the knight
Outro: Paul Banks One by one One by one One by one One by one One by oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
