Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Superpredator, artist - Blockhead. Album song Known Unknowns, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Backwoodz Studioz
Song language: English
Superpredator |
He killed what he loved |
So he had to die |
Let off in the club mad loud |
Don’t errybody go get sad now |
Used to listen to Bacdafucup |
Before they clapped Mac’s truck up |
Kool G Rap to us, Fredrick Douglass |
With a Dutch |
Criminal Minded, dead men pose |
9 Milli go hard than the beat to Super Hoe |
Lean out the car one eye closed and wash |
Negroes off the block like a fire hose |
Same rhyme necks shine and glow |
We shoulda knowed since 14 To the Dome |
Nah, nah since D-Nice had beef in the Homes |
Since Noreaga tapin’her, rapin' her since they |
Caught Lamont out on his own |
Since Shyne wasn’t tryna go out like |
Wolf Jones |
You nobody till |
Wish a nigga will |
Hellz Wind whip through Killah Hills |
Tall tales ex-dealers deal All hail |
Entourage exchanging rounds |
In ya gentrified downtown |
Mayor frown, guns found |
He killed what he loved so he had to die |
He killed what he loved so he had to die |
He killed what he loved so he had to die |
He killed what he loved so he had to die |
Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired |
Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired |
Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired |
Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired |
Chekhov put Jay tech on Nas' dresser |
Supressor on the heckler |
Prey Secular |
Lay em down like Mecca |
Superpredator |
Layer gun sounds for texture |
If it ain’t broke, cut the record |
Burnt toast, cold breakfast |
One entry, no exit |
Your favela open carry like Texas |
Settled it |
With gunshots in ya setlist |
No idle threats, straight genocide |
Homie can rhyme |
Fingers twisted into a sign of the times |
Since DMX had blood in his eye |
Who paid for Jam Master Jay to die |
Get it how you live, right? |
Send troubled young men to son crib |
Wipeout, settle into that bid for life |
Watch from cage, niggas ride ya wave |
Like halfpipe, catchphrase merchandise |
You was half right |
«Fire out the cannon / You can’t serve God and Mammon» |
Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired |
Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired |
Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired |
Shot’s fired, shots fired, shots fired |