Artist: Killa Sin Album: The Man with the Iron Fists O.S.T Song: The Archer Typed by: Don_Dusan
[Sample] A snake charmer? Your best work yet However this next job will not be so easy Zen Yi has become a thorn in the lion's paw This is what happens when you send a bitch to do a man's job
[Intro: Killa Sin] One-two, one-two, yes sir, turn me all the way the fuck up Let's go, yeah, Killa Sin just came home Shout outs to The RZA, my physical Power Cypher, love you boy
[Killa Sin] Yo, they call me the drama starter, heart stopper, llama popper, I gotcha Gangsta impostors, calling the coppers, and ducking the rockets Optic, digging my pocket, cock it, empty your block, bitch, you hear me? The semi toxic, like, Remy that's rock less Have you swiveled up and shot, said, no screaming, I'm shot, shit Like Pusha T and Malice, muthafucka, I got clips And shells that'll lock lips for kicking that Pac shit Then slam through your body like they stuck in the mosh pit A born again, rebel in the flesh, do it to the death Bleed heat, meaning I won't rest, til I'm fluid less Niggas be like 'yo, you the best', nah, I'm just one of them These faggot ass rappers be running, like I pulled the gun at them Call me daddy, I'm sunning them, bad, burnt badly Sign suckers up for Gangsta Academy, so they mad at me A g checker, reject quick, demand my respect Like D-Set, made bird niggas dip, I clear your p-jects Yeah, your boy sweet techs, not steps, head shot See neck, knees, chest, long as them bullets meet flesh You subpoena to meet death, Killa did it and beat death I dance with the devil, right now I'm letting my feet rest Talk a tough, go bonkers or bust in a monstrous conquerors crush Comp to dust, fuck a niggas sponsors up Diamond cut rhyming in my prime, blind a miner Steady digging in my styles for one liners, none finer Ensign a compromise, word bond and brothers honor mine Sorta like spans, like Father Time, hard to find Another artist that go hard as I, and I got a heart divine Read niggas like march of dime rappers, don't get shot for trying Everybody wanna shine, my fire one of a kind Inspire brothers to rhyme, soon as I utter a line Gun ho, Mighty Joe Young blow, gorilla bars Killa far from a corner, dying amongst the realest stars Known for giving niggas scars, goon work, my wombs search in twos Inserted in your private parts, you can die tomorrow Better yet today, you better pray for better ways to get away When my Beretta spray, I'm known for giving lead away Young fuckers the head of gray, here's man, I swear I can send you to a better place, where nobody can set a trace And tears for you cheers, throw your hands til your shots fired And rot in peace til ya'll police lovers rocking wiresTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
