Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Saint, artist - Murs. Album song F'Real, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Murs 316
Song language: English
The Saint |
«Ready to BREAK, THE, ICE |
Feels like time is standing still…» |
Now this fool been on my ass for the past couple years |
Jumped on the scene from nowhere, takin out all my peers |
And of my whole squad I’m the last one left |
Cause for some strange reason I always stay one step ahead |
Of this Agent named Red |
But for the life of me, I can’t figure out why my ass ain’t dead |
And now I clear my head, as we arrive on the site |
Makin sure, all routes for escape are sealed off airtight |
Thinkin to myself, tonight’s the night |
Cause I know exactly where he’s going |
Fuck the double-oh-seven, I’m the Living Legend |
With the +Goldeneye+ holding my rifle for assault |
Aimed directly at the vault |
But what happened next, wasn’t even my fault |
You see from the rear, a strange mist appeared |
Strapped on the infrared gear too late |
Because soon as it came, it disappeared |
And when the smoke cleared, the package was gone |
My squad searched savage 'til dawn; |
then had to e-mail HQ |
That the knight had just captured the pawn |
We swept the crime scene but it was clean, no clues left behind |
So I shot back to the hotel |
Had a couple drinks, now I’m back online |
Not knowin that’s where I’d find the next clue |
It said Agent Blue, I’ll meet you next |
Where the stars are at they best and the sun rest too |
So I headed due West |
To the town where every night creates a new murder story |
But stars at they best didn’t mean Hollywood, but the observatory |
So I cased the joint |
Faced the point that I might not know if I was it |
Came across the schedule of events |
Next on the list to speak was the scientist |
Set to unravel, new theories on time travel |
Theories that my agency, already knew to be proven |
I guess Red’s clients was gonna try to stop us on the move-in |
Now I know exactly what he’s doin |
So the next day at the lecture |
I came disgused as the staff director |
Even ushered Agent Red himself down the aisle |
And just had to smile cause he didn’t even know it was me |
Then I shot to the balcony where I was supposed to be |
Got to the top, my heart damn near stopped |
This boy left the spot |
Before I could ask where did he go |
I turned around lookin down the barrel of his fo'-fo' |
He was like aiyyo, just follow me down the hall |
And we won’t have no problems at all |
So I did that, slid the gat into position |
Just in case he tried to make this my last mission |
Walked all the way down the hallway into an empty room |
Where I assumed I’d be dead |
Waited a couple of seconds, turned my head |
Fool puttin down his weapons, so I did the same |
Slipped my coat off, and jumped into a stance |
To let this fool know he was about to get broke off |
He spoke soft, said it was to death |
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, but when I opened my eyes |
This fool’s about to catch me by surprise |
With the first series of blows |
I’m up to par, I stayed on my toes |
But connected with the next swing |
Cut me hella deep with his ring |
I looked down at his hand, damn |
That’s the same ones the man from the agency |
Said I had around my neck when they found me |
I thought he was the only one in existance |
But this nigga ground me, so I held up my hand |
So he could see what I saw, he stood there in awe |
Dropped his guard, I took one to the jaw |
But he didn’t trip cause it only made us even |
We stood there for a second not believin the shit |
We sat down, talked for a grip, I came up on hella dirt |
Found out we was brother seperated at birth |
By the agency especially trained to maintain |
The illusion of international espionage |
By holdin up this mirage |
Everybody in the Department of National Defense got rich |
Now ain’t that a bitch? |
They say we ain’t got enough ends |
In the budget, for public housing education and health care |
So right then and there |
Me and my brother about to plan to get over on the man |
Went back to the agencies and played the role |
But on the under strived towards one common goal |
See we both contraband in foreign lands, it’ll be enough |
We give a fuck, we move the shit by the truck |
And the scheme worked like a beauty |
So after a couple years we injured ourselves in the line of duty |
And of course the agencies showed us no love |
But now this is the story I tell my children |
On the shores of the islands we bought |
From the money we came up off of… bitch~! |