Nonchalantly Songtext
von Killarmy
Nonchalantly Songtext
Ayo, ayo, 9th Prince, attack like Frank Valentine
With a sledgehammer, figure four body slammer
Decrease your stamina, verbal heart damager
I′m half man, half monster like Bruce Banner
Camouflage, Scorpio Vendetta with a black Beretta
Serial killer, Federal Express man
Fed Ex and death threat letters to get cheddar, verbal terrorist
I'm living in the street life of rage
Machine gun spray to wet up the whole stage
I ain′t joke, metal razor blades I cough Camouflage velour, I'm raw like the eagle claw
My tools of glory, war stories took place inside a laboratory
Whispers in the dark, I think I hear fallen soldiers calling me
Rap battle cats trapped in combat, we hijacking planes
That's Islord, slap you with the gat, to your back
Camouflage gorillas, performing drive-bys
Like California gangstas strapped in Cadillacs
My lyrical assault, murder weapon′ll
Blow your ribs out your midsection
Chinese connection with the Wu-Tang production
Yo, check it out, check it, Nasir What
Count to ten, we moving in son, shark style, peep the fin
Pushin through like stiff-arm Heisman
Although we wise men, don′t make us act a fool
Keep a calm cool collective, a nice perspective
It only takes for one cat to disrespect his
Or ruin the show, oh, what, y'all ain′t know?
Fact, everything's real like
Blue steel being pulled out at a sold out concert
The crowd went berserk, here come the Jakes, red alert
They got trampled on, a cop lost one arm
Killa Armz still live on stage doing Red Dawn
Ayo, with a obstacle, anything′s possible
Allah sees everything, kid, check the optical
Beretta did his verse in the crowd, this kid's remarkable
9Th punched a cat in the face, call the hospital
911 Style, Shogunn crack a smile
Or push this cat into sin, throw in the towel
It′s like life's insane, thought P pop champagne
And Iz came out of the crowd with twenty chains
Nonchalantly, I roll up on the rap scene bluntly
Still hitting fiends off monthly
'Cause this rap shit ain′t feeding me
My physical was just looking real good
But my insides is crying, fiending
To catch like fifty analog niggas off points
And tear pockets, so stay still, tell your crew
Don′t even move, 'cause I got like
Fifty-five keeping it live
Tight niggas strapped with rockets, pointed at your eye sockets
Throwing ninety-nine joints at your grill, you can′t block it
The rebellious one, who never liked to carry small guns
I like 'em big, bulky and shit, designed for your wig
And any pig that try and confront me and my Sig
The bomb is rigged, ready, explode, get blown to Madrid
You and your fam, you and your mans, and all of your kids
Because I′m nuts, spilling my guts like dry heaving
I'm fly even, cat that never split his pie even
Get caught in my line of fire and die wheezing
And the man who seen it go down, for no apparent reason
Just breathing, and believing his pockets that I be greasing
He′s deceived and relieved with dollar sign eyes clinging
Horn ringing, diva bitch in my bed, she soul singing
With my mic, sucking it right, my son's outside slinging
Beige snowballs, snot drip from his nose, eating the hoes
I got a show later tonight, I'm heading to the mall
Grab you something, if you see Fantasia, tell her she fronting
′Cause I had her way in my lab, and didn′t fuck nutting
Life's something, some days I be feeling like sniping something
Writing something that′ll change the whole world
Look like I'm coming with this black ink
All over these white sheets, run like a track meet
With a fleet of killers and shit, don′t even compete
Yo, in a herd of white wool labeled the black sheep
Tap dancing on fire, the kid with bronze feet
Terrorists, snack on the track, leaving the gold teeth
All you players, killers, dogs, thugs, make it brief
With a sledgehammer, figure four body slammer
Decrease your stamina, verbal heart damager
I′m half man, half monster like Bruce Banner
Camouflage, Scorpio Vendetta with a black Beretta
Serial killer, Federal Express man
Fed Ex and death threat letters to get cheddar, verbal terrorist
I'm living in the street life of rage
Machine gun spray to wet up the whole stage
I ain′t joke, metal razor blades I cough Camouflage velour, I'm raw like the eagle claw
My tools of glory, war stories took place inside a laboratory
Whispers in the dark, I think I hear fallen soldiers calling me
Rap battle cats trapped in combat, we hijacking planes
That's Islord, slap you with the gat, to your back
Camouflage gorillas, performing drive-bys
Like California gangstas strapped in Cadillacs
My lyrical assault, murder weapon′ll
Blow your ribs out your midsection
Chinese connection with the Wu-Tang production
Yo, check it out, check it, Nasir What
Count to ten, we moving in son, shark style, peep the fin
Pushin through like stiff-arm Heisman
Although we wise men, don′t make us act a fool
Keep a calm cool collective, a nice perspective
It only takes for one cat to disrespect his
Or ruin the show, oh, what, y'all ain′t know?
Fact, everything's real like
Blue steel being pulled out at a sold out concert
The crowd went berserk, here come the Jakes, red alert
They got trampled on, a cop lost one arm
Killa Armz still live on stage doing Red Dawn
Ayo, with a obstacle, anything′s possible
Allah sees everything, kid, check the optical
Beretta did his verse in the crowd, this kid's remarkable
9Th punched a cat in the face, call the hospital
911 Style, Shogunn crack a smile
Or push this cat into sin, throw in the towel
It′s like life's insane, thought P pop champagne
And Iz came out of the crowd with twenty chains
Nonchalantly, I roll up on the rap scene bluntly
Still hitting fiends off monthly
'Cause this rap shit ain′t feeding me
My physical was just looking real good
But my insides is crying, fiending
To catch like fifty analog niggas off points
And tear pockets, so stay still, tell your crew
Don′t even move, 'cause I got like
Fifty-five keeping it live
Tight niggas strapped with rockets, pointed at your eye sockets
Throwing ninety-nine joints at your grill, you can′t block it
The rebellious one, who never liked to carry small guns
I like 'em big, bulky and shit, designed for your wig
And any pig that try and confront me and my Sig
The bomb is rigged, ready, explode, get blown to Madrid
You and your fam, you and your mans, and all of your kids
Because I′m nuts, spilling my guts like dry heaving
I'm fly even, cat that never split his pie even
Get caught in my line of fire and die wheezing
And the man who seen it go down, for no apparent reason
Just breathing, and believing his pockets that I be greasing
He′s deceived and relieved with dollar sign eyes clinging
Horn ringing, diva bitch in my bed, she soul singing
With my mic, sucking it right, my son's outside slinging
Beige snowballs, snot drip from his nose, eating the hoes
I got a show later tonight, I'm heading to the mall
Grab you something, if you see Fantasia, tell her she fronting
′Cause I had her way in my lab, and didn′t fuck nutting
Life's something, some days I be feeling like sniping something
Writing something that′ll change the whole world
Look like I'm coming with this black ink
All over these white sheets, run like a track meet
With a fleet of killers and shit, don′t even compete
Yo, in a herd of white wool labeled the black sheep
Tap dancing on fire, the kid with bronze feet
Terrorists, snack on the track, leaving the gold teeth
All you players, killers, dogs, thugs, make it brief
Writer(s): Collin Dewar, Michael Dewar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
