[Verse 1: Jay Reaper] Im on a higher level, Nigga come and test the double barrel Heavy metal, heading,for your chest I even shoot the shadow Put the pedal to the floor, carcrash, make, you rattle Put a rapper on my Island Nah, he will never settle Im gettin' sentementle, see I'm just a tiny fellow, trying to make a living off of niggaz that you cant handle I got the power plus the energy to manhandle Controlpanels that I operate with bad bengals Hit a nigga on his bad ankels, cause I be livin'on the hillside, my skill is too mad, trangle, twist bones I be Kurt Angle Cause I got Saxons and Anglos waiting to dismantle!
[Jay Chorus] So who is curious Who wanna see us bust light like luminous The crew of the dualists 1, 2, 3, now check how Im screwing it.
[Verse 2: Jay Reaper] Im aggravated cut a nigga up and marinade'm, everybody livin'on the Island I just gotta hate'm Hell, Im the son of Satan livin'like an ancient pagan The way I break'm the way I shake'm, more than breathtakin My head achin when niggaz here start, collaborating Gotta make a statement with the wrench and start renovating Elevatin, penetratin Governments like Secret agents Sarah Palin I'ma shoot the first prick that, start hatin Start sprayin like on Columbine I got no patience nor appreciation for the ones who think they're innovatin, legislating, see I'm trouble like illegal Haitiens Dope D.O.D. here for maintenance!
[Verse 3: Skits Vicious] I feel the sun without shades and lotion, livin on a rock in the middle of the ocean, Dancing with my ancient brethren, protectors of the sacred treasure On the attack quick, leaping through branches, after the pack chews pieces of cactus For the enhancement, increasing our senses , rocking a necklace with teeth of a dragons I'm chief of the tribe, that frightens the cowards, running the Island from my ivory towers Mana powers, I swim with the sharks Tats of headhunts, where my skin has been marked Venomous darts, deployed to our units, we dip em in frogs with poisonous fluids, skin a man's scalp, toying with humans I heard they from "far" Im ignoring the rumors....
[Skits Chorus: ] So who wanna die tonight? Who's gonna escape without using a guiding light, the duo of dynamite, 1,2,3, feel the wrath of the silent type...
[Verse 4: Skits Vicious] No where to run...every dart we shoot is fatal, some get kept alive, to get thrown into vulcano's Hear the lava bubble as we pull ya through the jungle, diseases enter open wounds during heavy struggle I drag ya to the middle of the village with a cleaver clutched, makin wifey watch as I chop her partners penis off the place where ferox meets cannibal holocaust the terrible stuff Cannibal Ox would bust A cross of such, seems propostarous, but trust the gods, D.O.D. Got that touch... On the rocks... The Island belongs to us....Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
