Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wolves, artist - Meta PAlbum song The Black Lodge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirty Version
Song language: English
Wolves |
Yeah, Meta P |
The homie Apathy |
My man Swann Notty |
Gem Crates on the beat |
It’s the wolves, We in here |
: Apathy |
Death metal demolitionist this demigods ridiculous |
Invulnerable to sin, similar in Leviticus |
Levitating Indian style with knees bent |
Rappers tryna speak my name in vain but repent |
Stomp 'em in the cement, seas part where we start |
Slash through the tracks, like an axe to tree bark |
My rap will shatter your skull and scatter the brain matter |
Splatter microscopical particles for forensic data |
Under microscopes, pieces of the metal where mics are broke |
And covered with radioactive isotopes |
I’m Chernobyl with vocals I’m like a Russian village |
That struck by a meteor, destroying his buildings |
Cremate your whole crew, scattered their ashes |
Battle the masses, feast on fatter the facists |
Ap outlast roaches with a shelf life |
That’s longer than can food this dude straight melts mics |
: Meta P |
MC’s, beware, my philosophy’s rear, huh |
(Deadly when I pull the pin out, pin out) |
If you battle my squad, that redefine all this |
(Deadly when I pull the pin out, pin out) |
When the wolves get in here, we smelling your fear, pussy |
(Deadly me when I pull the pin out, pin out) |
We heating up the stage and throwing grenades, pop |
(Deadly when I, pull, pull the pin, pin out) |
: Meta P |
Yeah, ammunition lace the track, this is Meta’s kinda war |
Coming in this sight of form, this is evidently roars |
And we behind the bars, people hot in doors |
Serving with they connoisseur, shut you off you final straw |
You’d smaller here only hear the giant roar |
I would saw my ankle off to leave the harvest seen, I am sore |
My island it’s Armani, we dying off |
Pioneers touch by science, appliance stores |
Rains hard, that’s above the storm, fighting storm |
At the speed of lights, start your soundbite likes kites and Jaw |
Lion, dogs just as tiger crows, canine wipe the floor and bury you in iron ore |
I’m the righteous, watch the bible burn |
Feel the pain of losing sister, then life is learned |
Predator for you is useless, a flightless bird |
You was moving like a cheetah to the sniper heard |
: Swann Notty |
Well let me verse and dive a track head first |
Spit something so disgusting, disrupting your network |
Lyrical expert, chatter your frame, make your chest burst |
Next ride, it’s your stretched hearse, then you’re covered with fresh dirt |
At tad through, would a have you, watch over the wang old like ropes |
Tying up all four of your limbs, then the torture begin |
Then slowly dismantle your frame |
Your daughter go in, decipher, yes you can’t handle the pain |
So let the masses know, I come with the classic flow |
Clap a folds daily., no matter the pace, fast or slow |
The weak have to go, never surpassing my status quo |
Break the mic and use pieces of it to slash your throat |
Mike skills they still a lacking and am sick a gapping |
Cut open, drew blood, cuddles cover my denim jacket |
It’s all or never, If you thinking that you’ll are better |
Get on your knees with both palms together, pray for the best |