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andy cooper - bring it to me كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
lights, camera, action

[verse 1]
it’s a rap raconteur’s last m-ssacre
better hide under the hatch when the blasts occur
in a true war of words to enforce my turf
with all sorts of hurt i would scorch the earth
kinda like ‘nam when the vietcong got to swarming
i love the smell of napalm in the morning
agent orange putting your troops under siege
as i stand in command with the boots and fatigues
to march up into town with a light brigade
quick strike then ignite with a live grenade
from the rear you hear samurai knights invade
long sword slice and my mic’s the blade
excalibur to vex the next challenger
left a mess that would impress gallagher
cutting deep and i’ll slash the last man
then light the matchstick and p-ss the gas can
i’m so sick of the disrespect
it’s time to zip your lip up and hit the deck
if not the words i spit gonna split you neck
so if you step it’s your death, bring it to me

[chorus]
bring it to me
bring it on (c’mon)

[verse 2]
a final fiasco attack with a rap flow
a cap full of shrapnel for rascally rascals
there’s no need to rift concede or plead the fifth
better not get me peeved or miffed
and don’t bring a weak wood horse like the greeks
man, this is d-day normandy beach
and i’m mad like lynch-mob formed in the streets
white flag raised, yeah, of course you retreat
(i need help) it’s too late to make the break
you can’t evacuate better face your fate
you’re gonna fall that protocol
i’m conrad murray with the propofol, listen to your motor stall
air ripped from your lung as you’re stung
like a whip by the tip of my tongue getting swung
like a battle-axe dispatched to make chaps collapse
i just laugh while i’m thrashing cats
body-blow, jab, uppercut, on the ropes
boy, you’re getting l!cked like envelopes
and you can only look up like lob city
as i speed away like the guy who shot biggie

[chorus]
[bridge]

[verse 3]
we can shoot, brawl or stab give me all you have
see, i’m the red army at stalingrad
‘cause every one of my flows hits hard as old tyson blows
don’t oppose or your eyes are closed
lights out! it’s about to history
you’re khadafy trying to flee tripoli
you’re saddam claiming a big victory
you’re kennedy waiving from a limousine
popped like anwar sadat and pac
i got him like bin laden thought he wouldn’t get caught
but ain’t no where you can hide when you dared to connice
now you swear and deny man, spare me the lie
just shut your mouth and don’t be optimistic
it’s about to get apocalyptic
swarms of locust, flesh disease
famines, plagues, refugees
on your knees as you plead and you beg from the mud
your request will be met with death from above
incendiary bomb even the cemetery’s gone
so there’s nothing for your next of kin to ever carry on
stone cold retribution
strap you down for the execution
the beep slows as your heartrate stalls
i hang up the phone if the governor calls

[chorus]

- andy cooper

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