Magic Affair lyrics
Magic Affair lyrics
"Homicidal Lyrics"
Castaways Lyrics
Can you hear the call of a blood-seated song singing "battered old castaways why don't you come home?" It's a long way back, but we're gonna go home 'cause there ain't nothing where we've been going If the night chills to the bone Gonna hold you through 'till dawn It's a long way back, but we're gonna go home Wanna take you back
Can you hear the call of a blood-seated song singing "battered old castaways why don't you come home?" It's a long way back, but we're gonna go home 'cause there ain't nothing where we've been going If the night chills to the bone Gonna hold you through 'till dawn It's a long way back, but we're gonna go home Wanna take you back
Maniac the name is Swift
Homicidal the title, to take a life as a gift
Cold crush, rhyme, rhyme, lady, scratch, and even music maker
Bounce an' MC on the court like a ball player
Proven by the lyrics on the mike as I extend the cut
Making music, as the girls move and shale their butts
Suckers with the heart, try to battle even cheat me
They can't compete, nor they defeat, or even beat me
With the silly dictionary rhymes they spond
When the mike catches fire, it will melt and bend
Then I'll use the court as a whip, as I teach this lesson
I'll whipe the knowledga in your head, so you can't stop guessing
Who's the best MC upon the MIC, SWIFT
Executed lyrics by me, will leave you violated
He was but a traveller on the lonely road of life, She, her name was Mary, A lady of the night, She found him lying in that road, on a winter's night so cold, Just another poor boy, treat him right; She saw that he was hungry and gave him food to eat, She knew that he was weary and he had no place to sleep, She took him home to her own bed, sh
Suckers perpetrate, and try to dis me
That's why the suckers watching me like TV
Survival of the fittest, is very vital
Got my weapon on auto, boy, I'm homicidal
Dangerous, mike packing and ill
My peotry is my ammo, and it's ready to kill
I'll put your head out with a quickness if we battle you know
I'll make you wish you were in prison, sitting on death row
Chrome plated, highly polished, and I'm running the joint
I penetrate, like a hollow point
Homicidal, is what I feel in my mind
I have 100 ways to kill you while I'm saying this rhyme
Perpetrators, can't even compare to this
I cock the hammer, pull the trigger and dis
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El ltimo Adis Lyrics
Las calles son ms grandes desde que tu te has ido hay que reconocer que nada me hace bien porque no puedo verte Mis das sin tus noches sin horas ni minutos son como un fro pual que hieren y atraviesan, este corazn Por las buenas soy buena, por las malas lo dudo puede perder el alma por tu desa
cker MCs biting rhymes like these Las calles son ms grandes desde que tu te has ido hay que reconocer que nada me hace bien porque no puedo verte Mis das sin tus noches sin horas ni minutos son como un fro pual que hieren y atraviesan, este corazn Por las buenas soy buena, por las malas lo dudo puede perder el alma por tu desa
I'll point my weapon in your face and then I'll start to squeeze
Your mind get's nervous, your face is cold sweating
Beacuse a butt-kickings, what you're getting
I lived a rough life from kid to a man
When I think of things I've done I say "Damn !"
What's the deal, you know it's real
Always feeling illy ill, my mind just says kill
I'm never wrong, then again I'm not right ya'll
Menace I'm homicidal
Swift the name, dissin' MCs the game,
To dis a sucker MC is the claim of my fame
I like to grabthem by the face, punching them in the neck
Burning up their stale rhymes, 'till they give me respect
Cold destruction is a code, causing rapper's commotion
I caught you knockin' at my cellar door I love you, baby, can I have some more Ooh, ooh, the damage done. I hit the city and I lost my band I watched the needle take another man Gone, gone, the damage done. I sing the song because I love the man I kno
Rhyme, not a song, I neither sang nor I sung
I can cut a man to shreds, or break a tree with my tongue
Got my face on a poster, wanted dead or alive
Reward tall "duckies" four thousand or five
If you want to take the "duckies" wish yourself a good luck
Cuz I kill in cold bood and I don't give a fuck
Come along or bring your posse, play brave and the bold
I'll be rocking, cold shocking, 'till I'm 80 years old
Proud and I'm black, giving squeezers no slack
I'm even deadlier then PCP caine and crack
I'm the mercenary, killing punks at will
I hate it when the brothers are acting ill
It's time to get busy, and fight ya'll
Word, I'm homicidal