buck 65 - endless counter-attack كلمات الأغنية

going underground. i travel to the depths

fighting tooth and nail _ a battle to the death

kick him in ass. smack him in the face

take it to the stage. pack ‘em in the place

straddling the line. picking up an axe

burning down the house. ripping up the wax

bleeding from the nose. i throw the coup de grace

a certain set of sk!lls to show ‘em who’s the boss

flew across the seven seas with weapons for a sinful session

just before i burned the city down i asked a simplе question…

bass for your face and adds max fuel to thе subwoofer

grabs the medulla. you betcha. fool, i’m abdullah the butcher

get the picture? i’m pushing ‘em. bashing ‘em. check. necks snapping echoed
a palm smack. electrodes made to explode on contact

next episode

review the train of thought

grew to hate the law

ooh, i like it raw

mood to bang a gong

buddha’s sacred song

i knew the wait was long

it’s rude to make ‘em yawn

who will take the p_wn?

you should make a bomb

to the break of dawn

to a certain extent
buried in dirt and cement

word. how many styles can one person invent?

with raw sound factors. c’mon now. calm down rappers and dirty

dog pound trackers attacked with compound fractures and sh_t

suckers polishing an old brass kn_b

bugging out like a stone wack job

nastier than a gross fat slob

kiddies gonna say ‘whoa’ _ black rob

meditate as the thought rotates

violating that’s not ok

coming back with a hot showcase

lousy_ass rappers got no bass

tick_tock. i’m on time like a swiss clock
tick_tick. a bouquet of flowers for sl!ck rick

gentle nudge. i’m judgmental. i embody sn0bby thoughts

got this ungodly hobby locked and so your sloppy copy’s mocked

i’m strictly sticking with the old school “ladi dadi” talk

i’ll block a raw karate chop. it’s the body_body rock

treacherous. rap madness incarnate taking target practice

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