Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song World War 4, artist - CZARFACE. Album song Inspectah Deck + 7L & Esoteric = CZARFACE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.02.2013
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
World War 4 |
| What’s wrong with these cats? |
| Gotta constantly remind them |
| I’m a made man like Tony and Vinny and them |
| Respect due, fool |
| Wu-disciple, rude since high school |
| Moves on the floor like the shoes of Michael |
| You say your king, this dude’s the rightful |
| .50-cal. |
| flow, soundproof the rifle |
| Physical like Olivia Newt |
| In Mission Impossible, Tom cruise with the lyrical blueprint |
| Deliver the news quick; |
| dude’s sick, lyrically ill |
| Still trippin' off that 1−6-oh shit |
| Lansbury murder, he wrote |
| Hand heavy, every word that he quotes, like serving you dope |
| The nerve of these folks, they know I’m clutch like 24 |
| Get it for free you pay twice what it cost |
| Calm savage bomb the masses |
| Put your fire out, plus, stomp ya ashes |
| I’m the maverick |
| Soul-sonic force, I rocks the planet |
| Terminator (We blast on sight) |
| Decapitator (Don't grab that mic) |
| Protect ya neck (You can lose that head) |
| (Wind up dead from words that were said) |
| Wooh! |
| «—you need a little danger in your life. |
| Take a fuckin' chance once in awhile, |
| will ya? |
| What are you gonna do—play with your prick for another 30 years? |
| What, are you gonna read People magazine and eat at Wendy’s till the end of |
| time? |
| Take a fuckin' chance.» |
| Ha, ha, ha |
| Kodiak jaws, titanium fangs |
| '88 slang, gladiator tap your vein |
| I X men off the map with the realest rap |
| I come back with a star on the shield of cap |
| I seal the gap, mechanical tentacles identical to Doctor Octopus |
| Harry Potter books can’t describe my looks |
| I’m part King, part Mark Twain, I’m arcane my bar is mean |
| Indie shit, you won’t find me in a large chain |
| That’s a double meaning, double line, my lane |
| I’m a Shar Pei, ugly, maneuver through the errors |
| You will back up like Matt Gutierrez |
| («What's the other one?») |
| Don’t try and chill |
| Evil I am, ill, egomaniacal |
| Buckin at Fresh Prince, yeah I fire at will |
| Rap trigger rigor mortis, yeah they dying still |
| Lying still, they admire the skill |
| Collide with me I smash your entire grill |
| Messiah, chill, trill in a fly DeVille |
| Early-bird executioner with time to kill |
| Terminator (We blast on sight) |
| Decapitator (Don't grab that mic) |
| Protect ya neck (You can lose that head) |
| (Wind up dead from words that were said) |
| Wooh! |
| «They're only words. |
| It’s the context that counts—it's the user—it's the |
| intention behind the words that makes them good or bad. |
| The words are |
| completely neutral, the words are innocent. |
| I get tired of people talking about |
| 'bad words' and 'bad language'—bullshit! |
| It’s the context that makes them good |
| or bad—the context that makes them good or bad.» |