Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broken Safeties, artist - Army of the Pharaohs. Album song In Death Reborn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
Broken Safeties |
I keep sub-woofers woofing like a werewolf, howling |
The werewolf growling, rappers throw the towel in |
I stand tall, towering |
A giant, overpowering |
Meet me out in space where a meteor, showering |
Shoveling, dirt up in the cemetery |
Scowling, crawling |
Looking for a soul for devouring |
Owls swoop down, grabbing rats off the ground |
You can hear the bell toll twelve time’s in the town |
Now it’s midnight, streets where them lost souls hitchhike |
Hearts pump ice water, never been the bitch type |
I fistfight with God, slap box with Amen Ra |
I’m Allah, I’m a star armed robbing armored cars |
Armoralled Audi villain |
I’m a getaway driver |
Loaded automatic in my leather jacket liner |
Rappers like vagina, eat it, beat it, till it bleeds |
Fill it full of seeds, keep the kingdom under siege, hoes |
I am surrounded by legends |
Even when I don’t fit in, I get in |
You ain’t gotta pat me down to find the weapon |
Scott Stallone won’t even adjust to settings |
Before the Armageddon starts |
The dark artists |
I go the hardest, the farthest, after my target |
So when I’m standing on a pyramid |
Amongst the Army of the illest fucking lyricists |
Chicken Little, be prepared for anything when the sky falls |
You won’t have to fucking deal with it, all of y’all |
My team’s synonymous with fire pits |
Branding irons, muzzle flash, crying kids |
The catalyst, the arrogance, is brought upon |
By the fact that nobody’s ever proven me wrong |
So fuck your song, fuck your albums and your rap career |
You got a problem? |
I’ll be right here |
There’s a war going on outside |
You can either find a place to hide or start riding |
Never the victim with my hands in the sky |
When it’s hammer time, racks’ll slide |
Leviathan |
Yeah |
I’m here to reincrease the murder rate |
Smoking ___? |
on Zanzabar listen to purple tape (Raekwon The Chef!) |
I don’t like the shit that y’all regurgitate |
Rearrange your face into a state to make the nurse’s shake |
Young bull run up on you, take your purch' and break |
Eating ___? |
with former ___? |
off a Persian plate |
I don’t listen to the music that you herb’s create |
Soft mahfucker sound like you rehearse with Drake (you fucking soft!) |
It’s wearing on me, I don’t know how much my nerve’s can take |
I guess being a bitch requires certain taste |
I make the same incisions that a surgeon make |
Two times too many, you don’t get a third mistake |
You ass betting so I know that you for certain snake |
And I don’t trust a mahfucker I’m immersed in hate |
Colombo crime family, fuck around and burst your face |
Allahu Akbar, blokka blokka burn his face |
Army of the murderers, mercenaries with no mercy |
Soldiers that’s so dirty, hold burners that hold thirty |
Lock a corrupt officer in the corner with the ghost of Chris Dorner |
And commence to piss on him (Think we won’t?) |
Your security; |
needs security |
We damage 'em all, y’all building bird houses, your hammers is small |
(Why they so small?) |
I put the nozzle in your nasal hole |
You break 'em down to grams baby we bake 'em whole |
You’re not an O.G., you’re the first to G. O |
Speed off in a G.O. and duck like Nat Geo |
Shoot through your book, there’s holes in your story |
My young balls cracking skulls and they open 'em for me |
Cut open three white keys with a white continental G.T. |
key |
For a three night spree out in Wikiki |
And I repeat, when the iron start firing |
You gon' hear my hollow spit bitch but I ain’t Hawaiian |