I got blood on my trench coat, on my trench coat Caught your bluff, now a wench broke, got my wrench broke Got these slugs, they crescendo, smoke the bando I'm the plug with the Death Note, ain't your tempo
Now listen don't go trekkin' through to a place like this If you ain't from round the town with the mist Don't go trekkin' through the fog, run the risk Of runnin' red rum from yo' neck and yo' wrist
[???] running up like Aizen [???] with the fist like Tyson Ice with the vice and pupils now subsiding Comin' in the front, they call me Hiko when I'm dicing Eyes on the prizе, I don't peek a fucking site, yuh Slide in the sky on my nimbus going high, yuh Catch mе if you can, I know you cannot reach the height, yuh Catch me in Japan, Yoruichi by my side, yuh One time, two time, with a Tech with a Nine, if you get in my way Right hook, left hook, leave a motherfucker shook Forced high like I'm swingin' a crane You've lost out your run is done Can't face the gravity, I won Jump on the rocks, I'm the sun They smoked out when making blunts They want my flow, my clothes, my fee, my vows, my soul My owes, my city, my land, my role, my shows, my 51 hoes My highs, my lows, don't make me withstand
I'm an alien, unknown element to my stadium My opium on your cranium I don't got time for your alias And so I hit the lick, c'est la vie Do what it do with the bongo sweep What you mean, I'm no fiend Breaking your glance and knock some sleep Hit the lick, c'est la vie Do what it do with the bongo sweep What you mean, I'm no fiend Breaking your glance and knock some sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
