Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blue Steel, artist - Jus Allah. Album song Ritual of Battle, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Blue Steel |
I am not human flesh |
The waist line where the Ruger rests |
I take Jesus Christ and rob him of his Jewishness |
There’s nothing anything or anyone can do to test |
I live inside a jungle all I need is fruit that’s fresh |
Can’t nobody find me I define elusiveness |
I’m in the darkness in the dungeon where Medusa’s kept |
I’ll aim a shotty at your body shoot it through your chest |
And I’ll take a second to remind you of your gruesome death |
It ain’t a question I don’t have to prove I’m best |
I’ve been rhymin' since the fuckin prime of Ricky Rubin’s best |
I wouldn’t come against the army that’s a losing bet |
I’ll throw your motherfuckin body off the roof and jet |
I’ll throw a left hook. |
It ain’t a fuckin' tooth that’s left |
Your body bloodier and holier than Buddha’s breath |
I ain’t fuckin' around with ya’ll I’m like a dude possessed |
We rockin' crowds in Philadelphia then Bucharest |
It’s World War and for me the German Luger’s best |
I like the way it kick back and what it do to flesh |
Ayo! |
Jus Allah let em know why you the best |
This is closure verse it’s over cousin you is next |
Before you come to bed |
Shut the light, turn the shrunken head |
Soon enough you’ll adjust, learn to love the dead |
The color red, bloodshed |
Stuff you dread, cut the thread |
What’s ahead will be tough to tread |
I am unkept, unread, underfed |
Unsung, unaccredited, unsaid, unedited, defective, unaccepted |
Don’t expect to see the motherfuckin' unexpected |
May as well pave yourself the way to Hell |
The spell: pace your self, rearrange yourselves |
May you live to say the story made to tell |
Make your faith in prayer great enough to break their spell |
I’m obsessed with watching deaths, rotting flesh |
I’m refreshed by the process, I relent |
Kill the cross-wearers, kill their Pallbearers |
Being soft on terror makes coffin sharers |
Smelt a dead mans odor, I ran over |
Like a cat at the sound of a can opener |
Put you in the land, push a pile of sand over |
Give your family no closure, shows over |