Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pagan's Plight, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming X, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Pagan's Plight |
Some call me Ajay |
Some call me Ajay |
Like the voice stars never came on the same day |
I came to spread my mom’s ashes |
Unaware of the clashes that lay in wait |
My bus got bust at a routine stop |
How many people have you seen shot? |
I was taken away to the Himalayan base of Pagan Min |
The Asian Nation |
Of Kyrat’s maniacal tyrannical flagrant king |
He wanted to make me stay for dinner |
But I was impatient, it made me think |
Nah |
I’m getting out of here |
Nah, cos I really can’t stand the atmosphere |
And at this altitude my asthma’s getting a tad severe |
The top of the world |
Is where I’m taking the fight |
Gaze down on the valley of challenges |
I face from the day to the night |
The top of the Himalayas |
Is the place I’m taking the fight |
As I scatter a hand full of ashes |
I’m blocking pagan’s light |
I ran into the golden path |
A rabble of rebels, bold as brass |
Rebuilding the rubble |
That autocratic bastard soldier’s smashed |
The leaders are Amita and Sabal |
Leading me to Shangri-la |
And it seems to me that each of these |
Couldn’t be much angrier |
It’s time to get out |
Head out |
Get the lead out |
'Til our influence has spread out |
Keep it on the down low |
As I beat another outpost |
Call me the people’s elbow |
Cause I’m armed to the teeth |
And I’m ready to pound bones |
'Til they’re looking like my damn bow |
Move over, Rambo |
What? |
Are you going to bang doe? |
Free radical |
Beat animals |
With my bare hands |
Ripping meat from clavicles |
A rhino hide’s reet sellable |
And the price of my life is invaluable |
That’s why I’m packing my cannons and molotovs |
Every human beings flammable |
Want to watch? |
In a battle I tackle attackers and grapple |
I don’t want to stop 'til I’m on the top |
Happy shopper packing a proper lot of flak |
So back the fuck up |
'Cos you never know what you’re gonna get |
My ammo pack is a box of chocolate |
I got it on lock |
I’m hotter than hot |
As I’m stopping the choppers I spot |
Chip off the block of my pop |
If you’re blocking my path |
Then I’m popping your noggin like spots |
(RAWR) |