Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blades of Glory, artist - Outerspace. Album song Blood And Ashes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.07.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Blades of Glory |
One for the blood, two for the ashes |
Three for that new, Outerspace shit classic |
Nigger we fantastic, we rhyme masters |
I throw lines faster than Mcnab passes (what) |
Pass the cup — we start actin’up |
I’m a Philly nigger for life, you ain’t half as tough |
You tried to, shit on the clan only pissed on ya hand |
Now that’s what the fuck, you get thinkin’you bigger than Fam' |
It’s Planetary, doggy I can promise I’m vicious |
I make ya momma a witness, I vomit on bitches |
Rhymes is explicit, real like Haley’s comets that visit |
Bombs in ya district, similar to Gandhi wit’vision |
Explosive shit, and 16s the most you get |
You want more you gotta pay, I’m an emotional wreck |
The notion of step, is jus’like that moment you slept |
You got severed, you should o’never came close to this mess |
Y’all can’t, we can (singing) |
Fall down it’s the army — STAND UP! |
We came to snatch the crown |
And our whole click will (singing) |
Fuck around it’s the army cocksucker |
From Philly to Cha-town |
Y’all can’t, we can (singing) |
Fall down it’s the army — STAND UP! |
We came to snatch the crown |
And our whole click will (singing) |
Fuck around it’s the AOTP |
From Philly to Cha-town |
Yo, yo I came in the game hungry, young buck new jack |
Stated my name, and now I abuse raps |
Your cranium drained, when I crush ya melon |
In the middle of broad day, who the fuck is tellin'? |
Outrageous haters, can’t contain us Chickenheads play the side, givin’neck and brain |
Ah, rip to shred any track, just by shoutin’phrases |
For niggers rockin’backpacks or locked in cages |
Whether you clap gats in the blocks, contagious |
From rottenest days, boxed in a maze, Lord save us! |
Ready for war, with a long machete or sword |
Blades of glory will change my story nigger I’m pure |
Uncut, bar 16s on triple beams — untouched |
The thud alone will cripple fiends |
Who want what? |
— bars explode across the globe |
Who jump up? |
— wit'garbage flows hit the road |
Y’all can’t, we can (singing) |
Fall down it’s the army — STAND UP! |
We came to snatch the crown |
And our whole click will (singing) |
Fuck around it’s the army cocksuckers |
From Philly to Cha-town |
Y’all can’t, we can (singing) |
Fall down it’s the army — STAND UP! |
We came to snatch the crown |
And our whole click will (singing) |
Fuck around it’s the AOTP |
From Philly to Cha-town |
(Yeah yeah) |
Machine gun rap and animal rap, we similar |
A bunch of sick fucks like Caligula |
Cut you up and spit on ya, carve a Jedi Mind insignia |
On ya fuckin’spine, I’m divine rhyme cinema |
Put an ice pick in ya, turn into beast |
If you fuckin’with my mother brother nephews and niece |
The attitude I have on the streets is no peace |
That’s why I’m always aiming my piece at police |
But I don’t even want no beef, wit y’all 5−0 |
That’s why I visited four mosques in Cairo |
That’s why I study the God’s thoughts in Heiro' |
So I can avoid the cop hot shots that are hollow |
The same ones that they put in Amadu Dealo |
I’ma start a fucking revolution, y’all follow |
The military is disposable — that’s hypocrisy |
And I’m about to kill ~~~~~ whose stoppin’me?!? |