Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Drink, artist - Masta Killa.
Date of issue: 31.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Last Drink |
After this drink. |
we-we-we. |
Now become sworn enemies! |
Huh-huh, after this drink, we Now become sworn enemies! |
Sworn enemies! |
(Uh, yeah, come on, come on, come on, pick your gun up Come on, come on, come on, salute nigga |
Real cats) |
After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! |
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on) |
After this drink. |
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, yea |
Yeah, real warriors style) |
Hear the crowd start holla |
Stepped on stage in the wallabee clark |
Mic check sound correct, so vivid |
Like I’m stepping out the speaker, streets taught |
Never leave an enemy behind, when he goes |
He might strike again another time |
I came home from the warhead, fucked up From the things that I saw |
Women that were kinning me, slept with the enemy |
General strayed, the ghost seemed tempting |
They were deceive, what they were promised, was never received |
I cock aim, squeeze the gun at M.C.'s |
Not for a dollar, not for the fame |
Not for you to holler, or shout the god name |
A risen one from the slums, speaks with authority |
The dart well flourish, the wise pursuit wisdom |
The fools soon parish. |
After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! |
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Yeah, yeah, get your gun ready) |
After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! |
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Yeah, what, come on, what, yeah, uh-huh) |
Ahh… this is born everlasting |
The style came blastin', through your component |
Makin’ya’ll want it, but ya’ll can’t clone it Deliver to the booth, the truth is so raw |
Hard to the core, wild as a boar |
A lion like roar, forty day tour |
Through the Singapore, boat with the ore |
Struck a nerve when he heard the words so clear |
His heart was hardened, by the lies and deceit |
Then came a beat as rare as leap year |
Sparked something inside that made him wanna ride |
And go cop the tape, he searched for, for years |
Like an old beat break, Hypnotic on ice |
Chillin', he drankin', Armored Truck tankin' |
Crowd charmer, it’s the Iron Mic balmer |
Piercing through your armor, bad news that you can’t diffuse |
Short fuse, you know we can’t lose |
After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! |
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on) |
After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! |
(Come on, come on, come on -- come on, come on, come on) |
Ahh, see the God light so bright, I hoodied up the sun to glow |
Few lines from the mindstate, create fat tapes to go From the present day, let’s motivate |
The universe borns itself, I just insist in the action |
Testin’in the land of lust, stood firm, in the God I trust |
Met hate at the gate, grieve, no need |
Jealously took his head, and then fled |
Bangin’in your walkman, live from New York, in One instance, look, clone from existence |
Ride like a crocodile on the death row |
The Iron Mic poem. |
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, uh Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on |
, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah, ahh, yea. |
Making your way in the world today, takes everything you’ve got |
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot |
Wouldn’t you like to get away, get away, get away. |