Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Front, artist - 9th Prince. Album song Prince Of New York, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.11.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Never Front |
| Ninja Gaiden, Iron Maiden, out to murder Satan |
| Dart gets smart, just before my heart, Blood for Blood |
| Red Dawn, it’s on, popcorn, first platoon a song |
| Cypher Heat, kid, turn another corner, step into my field |
| Destroy or build, kill or be killed, kid, you know the deal |
| For real, would you like to feel, caps’ll peeled, we kill but don’t spill |
| What you expect? |
| In the Pillage, death village |
| Killa Bee, first degree, murdering, you discontinued |
| One dart will end you, fast like amber soil |
| We off the wall, quick to tap your jaw, I do you God Allah |
| Forever bout it, never go nowhere without it |
| Beretta 9, in the house, ya’ll better think about |
| You better think about it, think about it, think about it |
| Think about it, yo, verbal intellect, guns is loaded with high tech |
| Iron steel pellets richochetting like it’s my bulletproof Avirex |
| Stash it in your Memorex, that I’m nasty like Cinemax porno sex |
| Conversate, translate to New York State, crystal stream ya rhyme rate |
| Making crates, Math defy it, mixed with rap poison |
| The snakes who wanna slay our sake, my name remains in the hall of fame |
| Back to back, we crack cocaine |
| Darts aiming flames, I’m hazardous like a virus from Osirus |
| Thugs scat' like mice |
| Receive ki’s when they roll dice, I chop off the heads |
| Of the unchosen, for the Wu-Tang sacrifice |
| Beretta 9, aiming at the front line |
| He’s ready to steal that kill, once the bullet hit the mind |
| Time schedule, three years of Islord, life in federal |
| We rebels, who kill for Olympic gold medals |
| Aiyo, we patriots, slash mercenists, do dirt for this |
| Spill blood for this, marksmen assassin, hardly ever do we miss |
| We put our work in this, we put our hearts in this |
| And we should give our life in this, before we ever front on this |
| Front on this |
| Aiyo, Born Build, summer heat, icey hot, play the street |
| Twelve month, seven day a week, cat, now, we here |
| Blood’s heart, fuck bird’s art, bitch slap retard |
| Sprint fast, wind up in mass, bloody cash |
| It’s like, don’t start shit, won’t be shit |
| Allah quick to spot shit, snatch shit, you know my neck kid |
| Don’t splash it, cop my joint and blast it |
| The shit sound hype in your whip, make you tape the crime rap shit |
| Mega graphical, always speak actual |
| Only deal with natural, one hundred percent |
| Five percent, militant, aim with the intent |
| Beretta 9, check the mind, on some empty the clip |
| Lyrical fireworks, celebrate at the ninth annual |
| Roman candles, sand niggas with spike sandals |
| Attack like a killer whale, Discovery Channel |
| Ill graphics of a visual mammal, underseas, MC’s bleed |
| Rhyme verbal disease, die slow on your knees |
| Kill the circulation in your bloodstream |
| Shiesty like Starscream, research my verbs |
| With a magnifying glass, and the audience that refuse me, get sprayed |
| Vocabulary tear gas, Shaolin vikings |
| Buckwild like Hitler, drunk off German Heinekens |
| I blast seeds, leave niggas pregnant with the thought |
| A miscariage on the average, my proposal through the microphone |
| Brings forth a bloody marriage |
| Octomo torpedo flow, throw the Pope in a yoke |
| Suffocate on chokehold, black out the ax |
| Ironman had my iron hand, the gun hijack the first flight to Iran |
| 9th Prince stand like a terrorist on hot sands |