Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dragon Fire, artist - R.A. The Rugged Man. Album song All My Heroes Are Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.04.2020
Record label: Nature Sounds
Song language: English
Dragon Fire |
You’re not dead! |
I’m a killer, that’s why, killers don’t die so easy! |
Even though your so-called loyal clans all got together |
And tried to kill me! |
Hahahaha! |
Ah! |
Ghost Face Killer! |
Yo, we got killer Glocks, loaded up with killer shots |
To killer cops, playin' the block with killer rocks |
High-voltage guns that let off kilowatts |
Big Cee-Lo games that only got killer knots |
Nothin' but killers in here that’ll straight kill your career |
The bullshit is killin' my ears |
Kill a red carpet, geared to kill a premiere |
This is Ghostface Killah, no killer would dare |
Killer fashion, watch how I kill 'em with rolls |
With the classic Wallabees with the colorful soles |
My killer actions leave fake killers exposed |
There’s no relaxin' when you see my killers on patrol |
We got killers on parole that’s real ill since Bill Bill |
That’ll fuck around and kill Bill |
Born in the killer Stapletown thriller |
Ghostface Killah, yo, it only get realer |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
Once upon a time, we was labeled the murder capital |
Ear wide velour, FILA suit with the cable |
Do or die, kill or be killed, streets are murder |
Ninja mask, killers on bikes, get your man lift |
Sock on the toe of the Bally for the gearshift |
Adrenaline pump the pulse, killer instinct |
Trigger finger start to itch, my bad eye twitch |
Cut from the fabric of the raw lyric |
These are the rules, got a fam of killers that don’t snitch |
Quiet killers like carbon monoxide when doves cry |
Masta Killa mic assassin, you all die |
Slow, I move in silence, you won’t hear a peep |
Killers that’ll kill you for real in one heartbeat |
Slid to get y’all weak, we kill concrete |
Spin it back and catch the beat, I squeeze mic heat |
Hah, I squeeze my heat |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
R.A. |
The-The-The Rugged Man! |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
Why me? |
Wanna fight me? |
Try me |
Every record label sucks dick |
Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got wild dancin' |
I’m in the moshpit at the Rothschild mansion |
I’m Corman, Orson, Thorburn, John Boorman |
The living baptism in the river of Jordan |
Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell |
Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I’m not well |
Black gestapos, white broncos, drop those |
When the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes |
Always had the hot flows since a booger snotnose |
Mama couldn’t afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed |
Fill a stadium, baby Damien |
I’ll sell a weapon to an Iranian, then I’ll sell a Russian uranium |
Beretta sever the head of the negative, never let 'em live |
I’ll put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative |
I am the filthy dirty degenerate representative, a Juice Crew |
Terror to the era terrorist |
No they won’t protect ya, the throne of The Bone Collector |
Bullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector |
I toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status |
The murder, the madness of Mad Dog Mattis |
Sing |
You are wit' R.A. |
de Don Gorgon |
'Longside Xx3eme de yardman |
Rifle spit fire like dragon |
Quickly send dem to de Lord and |
Who dem ah dis? |
Who dem ah dis? |
(Yah!) |
Who dem ah dis? |
Who dem ah dis? |
(Yah!) |
Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!) |
We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness |
Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness |
G Rap’s known 'cause I’m bad to the bone |
I kill 'em executioner style! |
I’m Kool G Rap |
I’m Kool G Rap, poison |
G ran with the thieves and the bandits |
Toast click, don’t make me leave you in transit |
Don’t even think about seizin' no chances |
This shit make birds flee from they branches |
If it ain’t cheese where your hands is |
We gon' leave you like Christopher Reeves in some Pampers |
Don’t sneeze, and you panic or breathe |
When we stand at reach and you gon' bleed on your dandruff |
Close steel, better hold still |
They gon' find you with left with no grill like you’re roadkill |
Flashin' lights in the night, not from camera shots |
Those the type from the ice in the random shops |
Where the mothers come and candle blocks |
Bodies rot in abandoned lots |
Helicopters and the vans is SWAT, cannibalism, scams and plots |
Vandalism, grams and rocks |
Stay in the kitchen, handle pots, handle riches, hammer’s cocked |
Man in prison, man forgot |
Tattoo teardrop and the can pop |
Don’t stop, won’t stop, hip hop can’t stop |
You are wit' R.A. |
de Don Gorgon |
'Longside Xx3eme de yardman |
Rifle spit fire like dragon |
Quickly send dem to de Lord and |
Who dem ah dis? |
Who dem ah dis? |
(Yah!) |
Who dem ah dis? |
Who dem ah dis? |
(Yah!) |
Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!) |
We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
Wu-Tang! |
Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness |
Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness |