Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Golden Casket , by - King Syze. Song from the album Hard Beats Dope Rhymes, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.08.2016
Record label: King Syze
Song language: English
Golden Casket |
| We them motherfucking bombers explosive fire a federal building |
| Vietnam general killing with memorable spitting |
| Insane ripper who’s hyper than caine sniffers |
| The Heavy Metal Kings with Syze, we the main figures |
| Lyricals you don’t want a physical confrontation |
| Speak in moderation man we the army we the fucking nation |
| Don’t disrespect the man that dis AIDS |
| I’ll be locked in the cage man before I show I’m bitch-made |
| You’s a switchblade nigga I’m a fucking cannon |
| The .22, I’m a .347 Magnum |
| You’s a handgun, homie we at? |
| squad |
| Dudes better thank God, man we hitting tracks hard |
| Any given time I’mma ask what y’all want now |
| Hydraulic when I’m rapping I’m fracking the underground |
| In the surgical mood making vertical moves |
| While y’all lateral pass man we laughing at fools |
| Yo Syze gonna kill shit, Bill gonna kill shit |
| Put em on the floor Paz hit em with the steel tip |
| Fuck being grown, we back up on that old shit |
| Disrespect us and you’ll leave with your dome split |
| Yo Syze gonna kill shit, Bill gonna kill shit |
| Put em on the floor Paz hit em with the steel tip |
| Fuck being grown, we back up on that old shit |
| Disrespect us and you’ll leave with your dome split |
| I’ll spill the devil’s blood, drink and kill devil rum |
| Black flag, metal gun, have you praying to God like Reverend Run |
| You’d better run for the hills like Uncle Howie running for krillz |
| A hundred a pill, gun in your grill |
| Peep the Jolly Roger, smoking like a Bob Marley concert |
| Run your mouth you get Molly? |
| We got shipwrecked at Kitty Hawk |
| Kidnapped the man’s daughter |
| He don’t pay the ransom cut that bitch’s titties off |
| A true gentleman, braveheart veteran with metal skin |
| Settle things, travel with the devil’s wings |
| We about to throw people overboard, the overlord |
| What’s the code of law? |
| We don’t give a fuck, we rewrote em all |
| The new mutants from a long line of goon shooters |
| New computers, new holochips and new Rugers |
| Violent creeps, piracy on the highest seas |
| Dying in the streets lying live beneath where my tires be |
| I’m a G motherfucker, I’ll bury you in the cryptic tomb |
| Guns big, the bullets I call em clips of doom |
| I was born on the precipice of a shifting moon |
| I was born to the death of it from a twisted goon |
| I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed with it but a bit consumed |
| I just aim the AK at it lick my wounds |
| The boxcutter, a hollow tip it’ll rip in twos |
| But that’s a horse of a different color, a different rules |
| My hands fast, it’s uppercuts and it’s body blows |
| I ain’t trying to catch a fucking case lord vamonos |
| You don’t wanna see the power that the Lama holds |
| Put you in the motherfucking box like you Domino’s |
| School of hard knocks Vinnie on the honor roll |
| My work’s bloody, it’s similar to piranha flow |
| The game’s dirty, I studied it then I locked it though |
| My raps break motherfuckers call? |
| flow |