Robbery. Robbery. Robbery (Run). Armed robbery (Give it up). . Your destination is a casket, when I put on my mask kid. My task is seeing green, killing you without being seen.
Fucking bastards. *fucker*. I hate all of you. Thats right. Motherfuckers. Digest this shit. Fucking sluts. Check it check it - *here, here we go*. . Yo, the worlds a coffin often I stay high off endorphins.
Verse 1 (Ill Bill). . I'm the creep with the mask,. I snatch the disease from the lab. I chop my enemies in half with guillotines and laugh. I speak the language of magnums,.
(pack it up). Robbery. Robbery. Robbery (Run). Armed Robbery (Give it up). . Your destination is a casket, when I put on my mask kid. My task is seeing green, killing you without being seen.
This is blitzkrieg.... This is blitzkrieg.... What we are you will become. a parasite, absorbing souls. we suck your culture, brains, energy. and blunt your genes to our collective being.
United forever in vast, endless space. created in struggle by unhappy race. we're sunrise of freedom. we're frozen in ice. united forever in great Russia's embrace..
Standing by.. . What's wrong?. All right, contact... that's it, something is touching. What's wrong?. All right, contact... cut the mindlock, cut the mindlock.
REJECT. REJECT. REJECT. REJECT. REJECT. REJECT. REJECT. REJECT. REJECT OUR WORDS. REJECT OUR THOUGHTS. WITH HATE,. DISGUST. AND FEAR. REJECT OUR FAME.
I take hits, Pull it through the Chamber,. I hold it in, My lungs are in Danger,. It tastes good, I can't deny the Flavor,. But to the buds, We ain't no Stranger,.
Roll it up then, confrontation. Smoke it up then, heal the nation. Roll it up then, burn the ganja. I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand.
If it ain't natural, then it ain't real. . Ohh we gon' be kickin' tonight. We gon' be sipping tonight. Ripping the night away (rip the night away). Ohh, when the time is right.
CHORUS x2. Y'all know you can't rock like us.... Subnoize KMK always packin' out the club. Who do you know who can rock like us.?. Daddy X D-Loc and our homie Johnny Ric.
(Chorus). Ridin' High. Switchin' lanes back and forth, poppin' strains of Indo. We ridin' high. Foot on the gas, car full and we smoke. Ridin' high. Laid back, smooth, it'll put you in the mood.
Daddy X is like a rebel. I mean goddamn you gotta have big time revolution era. The revolution will not be televised. I repeat, the revolution will not be televised.
Power and greed?. That's not for me.. I'd rather walk my own paths,. I'd rather plant my own seeds.. So a plant is a threat to the American dream?. I guess the land of the free ain't what it seems..
I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life you can find me postin on my porch. Tokin my pipe-I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see some people gave in but I ain't.
[Daddy X]. The sent of god is here and I can smell it. What the future holds there is no tellin. Thats why I come out strong and twist me ends. . [Chorus].
Who's in a bad mood, who's in a taxi?. Turning the clock back, avoiding a fight with this man he is meeting. Stands in the lobby, counting his questions in the neon light.
It Never Rains in Southern California. Rebecca. Get you, brushing your hair with the wind. Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive. Oh, I got a five-minute rush from you in your faded blue jeans.
No one knows where the lone wolf sleeps. No one sees the hidden treasure in the castle keep. No one learns the secret name. No one burns in the absent flame.