[Planet Asia] Thoughts of a boss Keep the gun stashed in the back of the Porshe React and get lost Lay the founding action and corpse, bones Homie believe I murdered duke My gats procedure of surgical slash Cutting your seizure down to a convirtable Money, power, respect, and honor Nines, ninas and llamas Niggas with clutches, glocks, stuches and fiending for drama Crack in the kitchen, smacking the chicken Attached to the riches, gats on the mission Never catch me rapping fiction, yeah, c'mon Cowards catch a hazard from the cannon's blazing Face mask, fracture when the hammer raises FC still controlling the spot Now show what you got, and end up with a hole in your top Get shot for your doe and your watch Get caught, for your chain and your whip Pit stop niggas aiming with clips Hit your block, D banging with 5ths Shit drops, peeps, niggas, and kids; it gets hot
[Killah Priest] I frighten fear, murder death, burgalize theft You heard of my breath? It cures your flesh I strike lightninnig, curse out thunder Merge out from under the ground Where hundreds of crowns of rappers I've tooken down They're shook of the sound, that vibrate Priest I annihilate beats, eyes dilate, you feel weak Priest is a poet, a preacher, a painter Preparing pictures for people who are listeners or thinkers Build like the Incas or Mayans when I'm rhyming The pen wills in his fingers, I make a disease sick When I'm holding the mick, I mean mic Sometimes I missay what I write The pistol right, the G-Sciples, the Margarines My rifles got unlimited magazines for rappers who blast fiend Feel the wrath of a king, I Stained Glass my 16
[Son One] Yo, these darts leave a grim scene Watch the shark dive in like a swim team I spit the science that'll blind the mind of common thinkers Thoughts as wide as vast knowledge, you can swallow liters Replenishing' life, a menace on mics, the sentence I write Black out like dimming' the lights, yeah A Killah Priest looked up at the sun/Son and said the prayer A comet fell and Almighty landed on Planet Asia Fans demanding' flavor, my man organized The squad to rise before your eyes Then slaughtered guys, the plan was major Microphone Sinatra, playing' my position Listen; come up missing' like the bones of Hoffa Quiet storm, I perform till the fire's gone If I die I'm reborn in a higher form Starving' like I'm malnourished, I sound perfect Say my name; they hold me high like I'm crowd surfing' Bow worship, my style flourish Burn grass off the ground surface, lurking where they found serpents This magnum will stash rappers spitting half as potent leaving masters open Now my vision's back in focus Son live grenade, tidal wave when I strike the page Back draft when the fire blaze
[C-Rayz Walz] By the way, the tracks smashed when you hire Rayz The sire stays dodging strays in these idle days No hide and seek I am the street, the weak a hibernate Before you sneak a peak I beat the street wit sneaker jeeps for Jakes My divine mind rhyme shine turn ya wine to grapes That's when my flying monkeys ride, shit on ya Bathing Apes Raise stakes out the heart of vampire fakes 7:30 early surely better never than late...wait! Almost only counts in horseshoes & hand grenades...dog Each strand is a band of the hand the jam was made for Cocoa butter brothers bruising bodies bust the broady banger Aim the flamer then ya frame a do the Macarena WHAT'S REALLY REAL DEAL? STILL SOCIETIES ILL...BUILD! VARIETY ANXIETY FOR LIFE WE WOULD KILL...CHILL The wrath of Khan, pass the bong, kill switch engage Pitching the diction from the mound, till the missions made...blaze Maccabeez rapid squeeze act fact & breeze Obey the Rayz, Nagasaki blaze Japanese The chrome weaponry go/ Kihon-Tech-a-knee/ bo Ebony eyes, brown legacy glow, yoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
