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04-05-04, 03:54 PM | #1 | ||||||
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sharp and soldier collaboration
IP: C1DA C961
(soldier)
I write quickly, my stone knife swiftly sliced fifty/ Emcees in a second, then I pass the rock like Mike Bibby/ To ron, who met a hater, my boy rocked the bitch/ Shot three in his face, like Peja Stojackovic (sto-yock-a-vitch)/ I'm a murderer, my b-bop style could hardly be sought/ I'm a veteran in my post like Vlade Divac/ The starters that leak lead into freak heads so creep ahead/ Bringin' color into the circle like C-Webb, except you'll see red/ You'll be dead, but not me, your slug missed me/ You're off and on, if I'm off the bench, I'm on like Doug Christie/ Verbally Spartacus, Artists get torched by the arsonist/ Now let's see how the court jester's dick fits your esophagus/ Punchin' your jaw, so we hit the glass just like a fuckin' bank-in/ Me and sharp the best in the west, read our division rankin'/ Shankin' the opposition 'cause we bomb that ass when we on/ Your run is over motherfuckas, better pass the baton/ Hook: The Kings have returned, talk shit emcees'll get burned/ We leave 'em in urns, the lesson is so easily learned/ Rhymes like jagged blades, you know we rippin' with these/ Toxic spits, we talk sick like our lips is diseased/ (ron sharp) I'm spillin' this shit and killin' 'em quick with villainous scripts/ Vinidictive lyricist inflictin' sickenin' hits/ Just remember, ron and soldier burn pretenders to embers/ Dismember contenders from New Year's Day to December/ Man we relentless with writes, this is a pre-emptive strike/ When we presentin' this might your best defense is to hide/ So let the battle begin, crack-a-fella deployin' the troops/ Destroy other crews, we standin' at the top enjoyin' the view/ You're in the presence of gods, mere mortals tremble in fear/ It's clear the upper tier of ill emcees assemble in here/ And we realler than real, concealin' the steel/ We killin' at will and leavin' opposition feelin' the chill/ Ain't nob0dy can touch us, not one of you motherfuckas/ When sharp and soldier bring the ruckus every one of ya duck us/ But all playin' aside, ya best get out the way if you're wise/ And pray for your fuckin' lives 'cause the Kings have arrived/ Hook: The Kings have returned, talk shit emcees'll get burned/ We leave 'em in urns, the lesson is so easily learned/ Rhymes like jagged blades, you know we rippin' with these/ Toxic spits, we talk sick like our lips is diseased/ |
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