Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kevlar Bodybags, artist - Timeless TruthDate of issue: 18.02.2016
Song language: English
Kevlar Bodybags |
| Check, check… this that Peruvian… you know |
| OK I reloaded, the X5 fully loaded |
| Pressed for time toss the tech 9 into the ocean |
| Colleges cite the notes that they quote me in |
| Scriptures from the holiest |
| Live at the Smithsonian |
| You cats pussy juice drippin' out fallopians |
| Oprime39 write rhymes that’s opium |
| Roxicet, it’s science how we rock the set |
| From out of left rockets ricochet to scar your flesh |
| Rappin' renegade with retard strength |
| Iron fist guaranteed I’m caving in y’all chest |
| More less watch what you say to me |
| I chef raps till they savory, insane to see how I cook using A-Z |
| All day gourmet, that raw grade more bars than Rahway |
| Trick bitches in the hallway |
| 'bout to chisel my initials on your tombstone |
| Been official dipped the Wally’s now they two-toned |
| Who the fuck you lying to? |
| You trippin' you must be high on shrooms |
| You vagina juice, I only rhyme with goons |
| And that’s the TIMELESS TRUTH |
| Claiming you wild and shoot |
| But your frame’s riot proof |
| Drag you up a staircase and fling you off the highest roof |
| Take it back like the Coliseum buying jewels |
| Violent dudes pop the fuck off, like we frying food |
| You better off trying to sign a truce you pussy |
| You might as well tie your tubes |
| You stand behind guys with lube |
| The game used to be all about the livest crews |
| Then Kanye blew, now only if you gay the labels signing you |
| Watered down and safe like a guy in a tie and suit |
| I slaughter clowns, I ain’t relying on nobody’s loot |
| Started a business like Ralphie Lipshitz |
| Carnasie pimp shit, politic till I got links like Slick Rick |
| Sick kicks when you see’em you feel hurt |
| Kill yourself, I’m out, ILL BILL sneaker Spielbergs |
| Persian carpets, oil portraits |
| Kept surveillance to surround the fortress |
| Die with the glory never forfeit |
| Dressed to kill put a body on the garments |
| S&P 500 on the markets |
| Kind of awkward how they wanna see me off it |
| The same ones I spilled blood for and life I offered |
| Would’ve slept six feet deep up in a coffin |
| Queens trife life sometimes happen to often |
| Rap for the street, flagship of the fleet |
| Black chips under the mattress if we have to retreat |
| Skatin' with an Asian actress in the passenger seat |
| And my Gs follow suit, ten Maximas deep |
| Then we gather at the gala, sippin at Cipriani’s |
| Tailored Ralphie, while she drippin' in Gianni |
| Versace, medusa faces cover the temples |
| Hawk eyes and eagle looks leather bound legal books |
| Learning law cuz we the crooks, now we freak the juxx |