Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard to Kill, artist - Vents. Date of issue: 09.10.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hard to Kill |
| Word em' up yo Hard to breathe and hard to chill |
| The balaclava mask appeal |
| '89 pop loud, ghetto blast the fill |
| I’m Seagal Hard To Kill |
| Marked for death, for whatever bastard I miss to calm at will |
| Get em' then cause and effect |
| Had to let em' roast, get em' close then hit em' with a fucking hungry ghost |
| I left battle rap alone |
| Stuck to savaging the machine, chew and laugh on the bone |
| She went kinda nuts when I fucked with the top shelf |
| «Mr. |
| Trials» getting down with your bad self |
| This aperteister, fuck the police ya Take the power back, rhymes ell' beat ya To death, caress, Waco text |
| Floats advertise for the same, no less |
| Break the ground rules don’t take no mess |
| Born to bleed this life of death but hard to kill |
| «As I come back» |
| «Vents One» |
| So where we at We’re going to a terrible place |
| Paranoid, clinical, unbearable case |
| Deep in the third rhyme medical waste |
| I reign terror, 6 there — federal state |
| And who you be? |
| Vents One you knew me Low-key go to work like call no de? |
| Get a little bit of land so I could get free |
| Grow my own shit then chill and stay hard to kill |
| Killing a terrible thing to waste, post hate |
| But a rock won’t take the style, we killing the rock with state of art |
| Ke Sara, you better prey that ya Java lie crisp then caress in the pagans star |
| I’m the primitive man, lay brick where the pyramids stand |
| In the great southern land where I roam |
| Prone to outbursts so take my stain with a bad habit |
| Fuck Fred Durst, we making them rust in peace, it’s the ones deceased |
| Re-born then release the rise in the East |
| The sum of a thousand mad men on May The First, survive secarian birth |
| Residing in material, rank and serial number |
| Born with a barcode implanted in my brain |
| Torture lies authorised by the law |
| But I foresaw your demise |
| «As I come back» |
| «Vents One» |
| So where we at We’re going to a terrible place |
| Paranoid, clinical, unbearable case |
| Deep in the third rhyme medical waste |
| I reign terror, 6 there — federal state |
| And who you be? |
| Vents One you knew me Low-key go to work like call no de? |
| Need a little bit of land so I could get free |
| Grow my own shit then chill and stay hard to kill |