Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skull & Guns, artist - DJ Muggs. Album song Kill Devil Hills, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Skull & Guns |
| Every Kennedy was assassinated by the Illuminati |
| They should’ve went to Yankee Stadium for Giuliani |
| Said Halliburton impersonated Sunni jihadits |
| Or at the Black Sabbath show pulling UZIs on Ozzy |
| Experts in judo and karate, shooters with shotties |
| Use computers to rob commodities, abuse technology |
| Produce monopolies, Google and Youtube robbery |
| Automatic, in other words these goons shoot constantly |
| Starting innocent enough until the militants come |
| Bringing bow and arrow nukes and guerrillas with guns |
| But sometimes it’s like killing a cockroach with a sledgehammer |
| Buying black market hummingbird stealth-cameras |
| Beyond the gates through the eyes of horror |
| Walk the seven churches channeling a fiery aura |
| Cautionary tale, extraordinary rendition |
| Torture me in jail and then the warden went missing |
| Yo we just talking, conversations with God |
| Shout at the Devil, hundreds of rebel martyrs assemble |
| Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it |
| Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic |
| Yeah I can feel the fire again, the clench in my jaw |
| The rage in my chest, the stress in my palm, the pressure is on |
| The message is still reckless, my death-wish is gone |
| My focus is back, I’m sharp and obsession is strong |
| Critics told me that my message was wrong, they wasn’t listening right |
| Poetic prophet with the petulant storm |
| With the testament torn, smoking angel dust inside of Bible pages |
| My records was born from passion and survival rages |
| From people seen passing locked inside of cages |
| Running streets and hiding gauges, I’m performing live on stages |
| As positive as it can be for me |
| It’s my prerogative, are you sure you want to beef with me? |
| Nah you too chickens are too fishy, smelling faggoty and trashy and maggoty |
| Holding the liquor bottle nothing can stagger me |
| People love to hear stories of riches to raggedy |
| But what about the snitches and bitches always nagging me? |
| I don’t sleep, I don’t rust, in God I trust |
| Got a blood, got a cash, got a power lust |
| Got a bag of trick knowledge and an eye that’s all-seeing |
| While you’re waiting on the comeback of your supreme being |
| Master technician of the superstition |
| Doctor and a scholar, apocalyptic horror |
| Since Genesis I spit Revelations |
| Within infinite patience I United Nations |
| I’m the rising sun, I’m the new tomorrow |
| I’m the skull on the gun, I’m the song of sorrow |
| I’m the thirteenth hour, I’m the wisest owl |
| I’m a soul-eating predator, I’m on the prowl |
| I’m the stolen land, the wisest man |
| I’m the hidden hand, I’m the oldest plan |
| I’m the shifting shape, I’m the changing form |
| I’m the novus seclorum, I’m the coming storm |