| I fought off dragons with large wings, boxed dragons
|
| Dressed as a gladiator, inside God’s ring
|
| The hearts of kings were eaten by the beast
|
| Their flesh hung from their teeth, my right arm under his feet
|
| My left arm pulls the gun, from out of the sheet
|
| Blasted his stomach, body tumbled all over the streets
|
| I heard trumpets, God hand brought me to my feet
|
| My G., we resting five devils over the five boroughs
|
| Broke the walls, into the tri-boroughs
|
| Going through the ocean floors, going through the walls
|
| Going through the malls, we just brawl and brawl and brawl and brawl
|
| He went for my Adam’s apple, blood splashing all over the tabernacle
|
| Pull out swords, I got saws, he grabbed his gun, then I grabbed gats too
|
| Start clapping, he collapsed and look what the mack do
|
| We tough in the physical, tough in the spiritual
|
| Watch it boy, you get dropped for the ritual
|
| I pray to lord, to bless my soul
|
| You come too close, our thoughts is cold
|
| We’re rough with the AK, so if you not
|
| Make way, some of these get murdered
|
| We rough with the fo-fo, so what we argue for?
|
| Bust mine, somebody get murdered
|
| Yo, it’s New York in effect, it’s time to get ill
|
| Survival of the fittest, this is shit is for real
|
| I’ve been sleeping all day, now I’m finally woke
|
| And I selling no crack, and I slinging no dope
|
| I’m a frontline nigga, stuck in the grind
|
| Yo before I couldn’t see, 'cause I used to be blind
|
| Now I’mma smoke weed nigga, rock my shine
|
| Lick a shot for The Punisher, and pop my nine
|
| A’udhu Billahi Min ash-Shaitan ir-Rajeem
|
| Allahu Akbar, caught Don Alon’s fiend
|
| Jails can’t hold me, it’s no cure for this
|
| I smacked ya’ll devils, outta my myst
|
| Take the gun from ya hostler, grab your stick
|
| I got a hatred for evil, son, times is hard
|
| Can’t destroy my heritage, we the armor of God
|
| Lightning bolts hit your face, break your facade
|
| Prophets and war mongers, leave you scarred
|
| The hell fire gon' come, the fucking Goon Squad
|
| «Lit rings»…
|
| «Bangin' in yo hood»
|
| «See, this the pusha»
|
| «Goon's Squad visual, this that.
|
| «Fire, fire.»
|
| «It's defenitaly still»
|
| Yo, my full time criminal mind, in overtime mode
|
| Cold blooded, you get your face piece flooded
|
| No ifs, ands, buts about it, who bout it bout it?
|
| My body banger stay crowded, like rush hour
|
| Turn a sweet thing sour, I pack a monster
|
| Send shots for ya roster, who wanna trot?
|
| Every man wanna go to heaven, but scared to die
|
| Revenge I cried, try’nna take the crown from my
|
| Head piece, Selassie 'dad, rest in peace
|
| Who want peace? |
| Change ya culture to kosher
|
| Fucking with me, will have me on the wanted poster
|
| Dead or alive, only the illest survive
|
| Killa Haile, ride by the law of the land
|
| Man to man, hold a steel, hand in hand
|
| You over the hill, still too, old to spill
|
| I roll for real, black down, dressed to kill
|
| Until hell freezes, you better beef with Jesus
|
| Like pussy teasers, I get you soakinng wet
|
| Nigga fronted on my style, and I broke his neck
|
| Run the respect, like I’m standing here with a tech
|
| What you expect? |
| Me must stand, the next man
|
| The best man will die with his dick in his hand |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Criminal Mind, artist - Cappadonna. Album song Wu South Vol.1 The Perscription, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп