Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flaming Swords, artist - Sunz Of Man. Album song Natural High, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.07.2017
Record label: Echo, Red Ant, Wu Tang
Song language: English
Flaming 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) |