Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Serve Justice , by - Snowgoons. Song from the album Black Snow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.06.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Serve Justice |
| Sunz of Man, the Killah Priest |
| Maccabeez, Wu-Tang |
| I was consumed by the eternal flames of the sacred fire |
| Out of war with Mazda, within the temples of Sebastiyeh |
| Where I met four Samarian Priests |
| The Killah Priest from the Middle East |
| That deciphered Cuneiform from the walls of Chaldea |
| And was given forty keys of the Annunaki to unlock the seal of Solomon |
| Left stranded in the desert with my cheddard dick |
| Where soon pyramids form in the form of sandstorm |
| The God was born |
| In the volcano surrounded by brimstone |
| Conceived through a sea of lava |
| And when he spoke words of wisdom; |
| He spit magma that could extinguish the sun |
| I recite a pack of ultra-violet radiation into the ancient hills of Ethiopia |
| And receive the Ark of the Covenant |
| The holy Shaman that speaks words of the holy Prophet |
| Muhammad (pbuh) |
| Rasul Allah nigga |
| (Hooks) |
| Straight up we serve justice |
| So if you can’t be trusted |
| May you return with a death wish |
| Straight up Snowgoons serve justice |
| So if you can’t be trusted |
| May you return with a death wish |
| My sword will decapitate your head before it falls off |
| Kick your chest back and snatch you by your hair |
| Like a phat money stack, then I slam it to the canvas |
| Watch your blood splatter over the canvas |
| Priest does damage, I push your soul through the planet |
| Murder verses run rampant |
| The devil’s fingerprints upon my handscript |
| The death of evangelist, once the black candle’s are lit |
| I sit in your living room with my hand on the fifth |
| I’m said to be like 'Jack the Ripper' but only sicker |
| This rap killer just off remove your body members |
| I stretch you way outta normal figure |
| Then I cut you open, have your organs for dinner |
| You’ll be more than injured when you enter into a battle |
| I come correct |
| (Ol' Dirty Bastard sample «Brooklyn Zoo») |
| «Slacking on your back cause raw’s what you lack |
| You wanna react? |
| Bring it on back…» |
| That means beware, I’m prepared for slaughter |
| Or the respirator, be breathing for ya, straight torture |
| Killah Priest the killing machine and I’m the author |
| Priest with German Luger, be the shooters |
| So turn to us the future niggas |
| (Hooks) |
| I slit your throat with a butcher knife |
| Then I puncture your chest with a rusty spike |
| I pierce your neck with a javelin |
| Then watch you start babbling |
| That’s the pints of blood start traveling |
| I sleep in a skin-covered casket |
| The African spear throw, oh yes I drink acid |
| I kidnap Catholics and I wrap 'em in plastic |
| Then I piss on you all to you bastards |
| I was born in a black straightjacket |
| The Priest’s hand I’m holding the black ratchet |
| On the Black Sabbath with black rabbits following |
| Skin omen, behold the Ghetto Solomon |
| Hear the voices from the graves keep hollering |
| I’m Neolithic but my brain is much modern |
| Yelling «Origami» I dress you up like a Jew |
| Then send you to a Palestinian army |
| (Hooks) |