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(Twister ) #6186

(Undertaker Shinigami) #6187

(Markuss) #6188

(Dzintars) #6189

(Lauris) #6190

diemžēl šī dziesma nav youtube atrodama, autortiesības. Pats biju ielicis vienreiz un man nobloķēja ;d


(Undertaker Shinigami) #6191


(Lauris) #6192

(Ričards) #6193

That thumbnail, holy shit :joy:


(Undertaker Shinigami) #6194

(Lauris) #6195

reps par karu ar rokmūziku.

dziesmas vārdi.

Rush, rush rush, rush
Rush, rush, rush
I hold your attention, protect yourself at all time
This is war, ready, aim, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire

Sweep concentration camps with blood hounds
Night lamps lurking in the cold and damp fox hole
1969, Vietnam never seen the dead calm type mode
From sun down till crack of dawn, dancing in the napalm
Mamma’s first born trained to kill the calm

Dispatch the recon, reinforce legion
Penetrate the strong hold with my ensemble
My platoon purple heart, trigger smart
Lay them down, off the last round at the birth of sundown

We tear it down, so what you gonna do?
We tear it down, so what you gonna do?

Yes yes y’all, everybody ricochet off the wall y’all, we gonna brawl brawl
Yes yes y’all, everybody ricochet off the wall y’all, we gonna brawl brawl
Yes yes y’all, everybody ricochet off the wall y’all, we gonna brawl brawl
Yes yes y’all, everybody ricochet off the wall

Intrusion six o’clock, swamp sleeper
Booby trap barb wires incase peace plans back fire
Bullet wounds and knife scars, till my lungs expire
All I got left is last words for Messiah

There they go, the opposition, they got my name on ammunition
Trying to hold my dominion, fuck that, let the bayonet connect
My battle cry, “Resurrect Malcom X”, releasing full metal jackets
Espionage, rob the blue prints
Now we hard to touch, in the clutch, like Pentagon documents

We tear it down, so what you gonna do?
We tear it down, so what you gonna do?

Yes yes y’all, everybody ricochet off the wall y’all, we gonna brawl brawl
Yes yes y’all, everybody ricochet off the wall y’all, we gonna brawl brawl
Yes yes y’all, everybody ricochet off the wall y’all, we gonna brawl brawl
Yes yes y’all, everybody ricochet off the wall

Mother, can you ever forgive me for takin’ a life?
I’m only nineteen, becomin’ a man over seas
I wrote you this letter under fire, can you please talk to God?
I think He’s mad at me

I sleep in the rice fields for days at a time
Unable to move, limited food, I’m so cold
And all I have is dreams of holding my son
And witnessing a smile from you, I love you

Please excuse the blood
I just lost another friend as I’m writing you, miss you
Another one gone and I’m ashamed
'Cause these are days that I’m used to

Nightmares fall and I can’t shake them
Nightmares fall and I can’t shake them
And I can’t shake them, I can’t shake them

Yes yes y’all, everybody ricochet off the wall y’all, we gonna brawl brawl
Yes yes y’all, everybody ricochet off the wall y’all, we gonna brawl brawl
Yes yes y’all, everybody ricochet off the wall y’all, we gonna brawl brawl
Yes yes y’all, everybody ricochet off the wall

Escape from the execution is futile

kas labāks nekā tie sūda repi par mau**m, naudu un narkotikām.


(Ričards) #6196

Rap is like scissors - It always loses to Rock


(Ruslans) #6197

(Twister ) #6198

#6199

(Modris) #6200

You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A Project Nigga 'till Tha Lord come git me
(Yo we hood niggas, project niggas, everybody know we some ghetto ass niggas)
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A Project Nigga 'till Tha Lord come git me
(Straight hood niggas, project niggas, y’all betta know we some ghetto ass niggas)

Don P.

Triple threat, VIP, Tha Don
P., bitch git a look at his arms
We megastars, we got bullet-proof cars
And we ridin’ in dem shits, wit’ the guns in the trunk
The bomb is the only thang we smoke
I ain’t pick a seed out my weed since ‘94
In New York, Tha Projects is where we feel safe
Surrounded by the others like us, we embrace
All the bullshit, git you niggas a void
This is our life, we ain’t got no choice
We enjoy ourselves in the middle of hell
Shots poppin’, niggas might run up on you with a twelve
Blow you away, you’ll die witcha gun on ya waist
That fast it will be a cold case
Nigga you ain’t got strength like Tha Mobb and G-Unit
In the ghetto, my niggas we’ll run up in ya place


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(Ruslans) #6202

(Lauris) #6203

(Modris) #6204

(Dzintars) #6205