Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flaming Swords , by - Sunz Of Man. Song from the album Natural High, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.07.2017
Record label: Echo, Red Ant, Wu Tang
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flaming Swords , by - Sunz Of Man. Song from the album Natural High, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопFlaming Swords |
| My sons, absolutes, and friends |
| I like the idea of being a soldier, in the army of the lord |
| (continues preaching) |
| Arch Rivals |
| We got the Kingston young ones over there running scared |
| They aint seem to have a problem and its a bad one |
| Ahh man, Sunz of Man teaching everywhere |
| got the children over here, teaching them the problems |
| And its the real one |
| Ahh man now we got the over there |
| The Sunz of man solving problems, yo this the right one |
| Guess this is the end, whatever how never, depart clever |
| But not deadered to be real or to be severed |
| A double-header, the black mecca respecta |
| Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to cheddars |
| For the first setter who loves it wetter |
| Well I can make it better |
| In a bloodbath you letta |
| black soggin, treaty, the ledger |
| Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered |
| New order, enough to register kill or be killed measurers |
| Take you beyond the heist, forever so Doin out Little Italy to Mexico |
| Now who be the next to go Will it be Sam, will it be Fran, or will it be Cisco |
| Or strictly back to disco |
| However though one and my own one, soo |
| Never pet yo, full deck pro |
| The most sensitive intensity the world could ever expect, yo Between two steels |
| to keep it real I remember we used to pick cotton out of fields |
| got it real got it down, yo As I break yo fuckin bones into pieces |
| And make ya death the sweetest |
| Punch a hole through ya cleavage |
| By the way how was Jesus |
| I hope you been baptized |
| Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black eyes |
| And broken legs, a broken hip, and an IV attached to ya arm |
| I remain calm, for the storm |
| As I shake my javelin up in ya abdomen |
| And then I grab ya friend |
| And break his fuckin back, watch him collapse |
| And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the whole nation |
| Yall want more, I crank the chainsaw |
| Next thing ya knowin, his head start rollin |
| His body swollen, his fuckin tongue is stolen |
| No more groin or colon, he’s just moaning and groaning |
| Exciting, clash of the titings, thunder and lighting |
| Reveal the sword of the viking, it’s frightening |
| Put down yo fist they’ll be no fighting |
| Just sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo life |
| And leave your carcass in the darkness |
| Where the jackals prowl upon your grave |
| Yo hear a howl from the cave |
| Then I snatch out your arms and give to your moms |
| Sing along sing along sing along |
| Strumming my fiery harp, 'til it get dark |
| silver darts melt in your heart |
| Then we begin to march, until we rip this whole fuckin world apart |
| My team be strong, we live right or wrong |
| death come calm, sweet wit a charm |
| As I speak from the throne in my temple |
| My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya level |
| Devils in the mist, hate we exist |
| Clique form my fist, punch you in your shit |
| Styles murderous, sordid justice |
| Judge those who bitch, cut those who snitch |
| Modern Egypt, diamond presidents |
| Drug measurements got us dead on cement |
| Robbin for rent, guage in the trench |
| Slave ever since, return of the prince |
| Constantine the great, never go for bait |
| Sunz of Man plan, gold in every state |
| From Railhook to Libya deliver ya sword to the bombery |
| My armory run the economy |
| Rule is our policy |
| The deaf dumb acknowledge me Like love peace and honesty |
| The thugs on the street hustle to eat |
| Cover you with sheets, we bury you in beats |
| Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft melt |
| We bomb like a stealth and give food for health |
| Not a friend of me… |
| Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air |
| If I have to blaze yo I just wont care |
| We roll in pairs, packin machines, movin supreme |
| My team gleam, like matches and gasoline |
| soldier fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic |
| He died a tread, It was passed the asking |
| In a bad position, ya should of stuck to yo fuckin religion |
| Im worse than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons |
| The demolitioner with the codes of honor |
| You want drama? |
| I’ll bomb yo and yo mama… |
| (Reverend talks till end) |
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