Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hells Angels, artist - Rock MeccaDate of issue: 01.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hells Angels |
| This heavy metal sound that you’re hear is |
| The sound is deafening here in the arena so I won’t try to yell over it |
| All I can say is |
| The heavyweight champion is about to make his appearance in the ring |
| Every once in the while you hear the clinging of chains |
| Everything is intimidating |
| Verse 1 (Rock Mecca): |
| When it comes to moving crowds there’s none higher than gunfire |
| You stood behind the one who caught it like Umpire |
| That’s all it took for you pagans to become pious |
| Don’t try us, all my challengers end up in one pyre |
| Dumb rappers wanna battle but they won’t find us |
| Come fight us |
| In the underworld amongst the unbiased |
| Criminal how these rappers wanna talk violence |
| Some lyin |
| Call authorities to come and untie em |
| I came up without a silver spoon |
| Just to make moves |
| Had to connect with unsavory dudes |
| Who never paid dues |
| It ended with a knife in my back |
| A fork in the road |
| I’m vowing that I’d never go back |
| I went from barely surviving to rising to thriving |
| To arriving to the status of a tyrant |
| Who rules the population with the wisdom of osiris |
| And crushes opposition with infinite clips of iron |
| HOOK: |
| Ayo |
| We live for it |
| Die for it |
| Some of us’ll kill for it |
| Lie for it |
| Round the clock |
| Planning and plot |
| To climb your way to the top |
| We ridin… |
| On the count of three |
| Here we go now… |
| Ready or not |
| Your journey’ll stop |
| Through various blocks |
| With flurries of shots |
| And burial plots |
| Expect no help and no pardon |
| No mercy, no pity |
| VERSE 2 (Rock Mecca) |
| I’m rolling up in a tank |
| I pull up next to the bank |
| I’m crushing cars when I park |
| My surfboard is a shark |
| The turf wars that I start |
| Could plunge the earth into darkness |
| I’m Spartacus, march |
| Like Hannibal out in Carthage |
| My office hours is 9 to 5 |
| You’ve been notified |
| Unless you wanna go take a dive |
| Like Big Red, control your last five heartbeats |
| When I stick my fingers through your chest |
| And clutch your arteries |
| For these diaries |
| I’ll tell you what I’m using, but I’m warning ya |
| Brothers tried and others died to get the formula |
| 16 bars of Sodium Thiopenthal |
| The flow is breathtaking when traveling through your mental |
| Another sixteen of Pancurionium Bromide |
| To back down the muscle in your squad who wanna go ride |
| Potassium Chloride, for anyone left with heart to question |
| My lyrical text is, Lethal injection |
| (REPEAT HOOK) |
| Verse 3: (Canibus) |
| I will hang your heads from a bayonette’s edge |
| You ain’t even dead you smell like rotten eggs |
| Bear hug the gun barrel |
| Drain blood from your bone marrow |
| Shoot your ass out the saddle |
| Run you over with galloping cattle |
| Battle for a high stakes raffle |
| On the drawbridge of Aberdeen castle |
| One degree above absolute zero |
| I’m a bad bandelero |
| Open the Stargate for the pharaoh |
| Bony or frail |
| Bruce Lee with a ponytail |
| King R Cons bail bonds was hell |
| Fallen angel talk like Gabriel |
| The lion’s share of the planet is dead |
| No matter what I say to you |
| Darkness absorbs light |
| And all probiotic life |
| I wipe honey on my dinosaur bites |
| To get back in the fight |
| It’s war-like how we torture the mic |
| I was born a fortnight before Christ |
| (REPEAT HOOK) |
| VERSE 4 — CANIBUS |
| No pity |
| Spit with me |
| Walking through the whole 360 |
| Man look at what we did to this beat |
| Rock Mecca quote the eighteenth letter |
| Seventeen in the Beretta |
| F16's cool, F15's better |
| Fourteen radar cross sections |
| Thirteen dimensions |
| Twelve months later |
| Eleven-Eleven |
| Nine Eleven, no question |
| Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four |
| Three, Two, One |
| Hell bent on weapons |
| Mecca |