Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Final Destination, artist - Black Panther. Album song The Darkest Night Ever!!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Manekinekopro
Song language: English
Final Destination |
Put your money where your mouth is—I'm willing to bet |
Place your wages on the table, stop worrying about the dangers |
I’m like Courageous Cat. |
You more like Minute Mouse |
You better run into your hole in the wall to where we can’t get you out |
My records are ruthless. |
Like Dre and Eazy |
Got you tripping like Clark Kent, Stretch Armstrong, and Beasley |
Why you dreaming? |
You must be sleeping |
Touch the water with your toes before you put both your feet in |
You better look before you leap. |
The well is deep with flows |
I’mma keep it going. |
Success just reached my nose |
You getting crucified and pinned up like beeper codes |
And when you dead, I’mma bury you where the reaper grows |
We Word A' Mouth, Brooklyn Ac', we making history |
Mr. Know It All burning you like Listerine |
I’m your tutor. |
Flows are sacred—I'll school ya |
When I start dropping gems like Jacob the Jeweler |
We got five minutes to waste before this final showcase |
This be the kindest invitation to your final destination |
Death is waiting with a smile up on his face |
These are our famous last words and your final resting place |
Come into my arms. |
I hug the life out ya |
Can’t tell if I love or hate ya as I suffocate ya |
Make you suffer, rough you up and duct tape ya |
Make you tougher like Father Time to Mother Nature |
See, the landscape of my mind’s a dark architecture |
To see my soul, you gotta deep-sea dive under pressure |
Swim into my heart, I guarantee the sharks’ll get ya |
Got you looking at the front door like Large Professor |
I’m an off-the-Richter, an archangel, an archbishop |
Flow like human plasma but I’m harder than scar tissue |
Spit thoughts dipped in arsenic and missiles |
Bone shards and cartilage. |
I hardly miss you partly bitch |
So start to dig your ditch like the dirt embrace you |
And tomb you like your mother’s womb at birth, let earth encase you |
Got no feeling, feeling no pulse, full of insults |
Block’s chock-full of gorillas and wolves |
With the shrillest killer impulse. |
My nuts are bolts that’s loose |
Blew a fuse, plus the bolts is blue. |
Death wish? |
I’ll indulge you |
Come into my arms, let the flames engulf you |
I will set it in the club like we performing pyrotechnics |
We got five minutes to waste before this final showcase |
This be the kindest invitation to your final destination |
Death is waiting with a smile up on his face |
These are our famous last words and your final resting place |
I hold my arms wide-open, spirits flying |
See the world live, frozen. |
Come to me! |
Here’s a invitation. |
Fuck the stipulations |
Time to switch the gauges, hand me, flip the pages |
History’s sprinting like a symphony spitting |
It’s a mystery. |
Listen (Shhh) |
It’s pulling you closer like some fresh toast out of the toaster, wake you up |
And make you see the truth, make a child leave his youth, grow old and reproduce |
Come into my arms and fall into my soul |
You gonna lose control like water moves a boat |
It’s all the rules they wrote that made you leave the nest |
You underwater and you need a breath (Huuuh) |
How deep can the picture get? |
How thick is the paint when it’s dripping-wet? |
Better hold on fast ‘cause we doing the dash |
Follow the path or swallow the wrath—it's burning |
The clock is turning back. |
Check the thermostat |
It’s too hot—son, you losing track. |
And I’m |
Get a grasp and I’m… |
We got five minutes to waste before this final showcase |
This be the kindest invitation to your final destination |
Death is waiting with a smile up on his face |
These are our famous last words and your final resting place |