Hard to Kill Songtext
von Vents

"As I come back"
"Best one"
"As I come back"
"Yeah, word ′em up yo"


Hard to breathe and hard to chill
The balaclava mask appeal
Eighty-nine pop loud, ghetto blaster feel
I'm Seagal, hard to kill
Marked for death whatever bastard I missed
The karma will get ′em
Cause and effect, had to let 'em roast
Get up close and hit 'em with a fucking holy ghost
I left battle rap alone
Stuck to savaging the machine, chewing live from the bone
Shit be kinda nuts when I fucks with the top shelf
Mr. Tronson, get it down with your bad self
Zapatista, fuck the policia
Take the power back, Franza beat you to death
Karesh, Waco, Tex
Four tap a task force, ain′t no less
Raised around wolves, don′t take no mess
Born to bleed, desire for death but hard to kill

"As I come back"
"Best one"
"As I come back"
"As I come back"

So where we at? We goin' to a terrible place
Paranoid, clinical, unbearable case
Deep in the dirt, rhyme medical waste
I reign terror, six dead federal states
And who you be? The best one, you knew me
Low-key go to work like Kool Moe Dee
Need a little bit of land so I can get free
Grow my own shit to chill and stay hard to kill


Check it out yo, hey, yeah, hey
Killing the terrible thing to waste
Push haste, what a rock, rotate the style
We killing the rock, we stay divine
Que Sera, you better pray to Jah
Allah, Krishna, Karesh in a pagan style
I′m the primitive man
Lay brick where the pyramid stand
In the great southern land, wild roam
Prone to outburst, I'm Dave Mustaine
With a bad habit, fuck Fred Durst
We making them, rest in peace is the wise deceased
Reborn and released to rise in the east
The son of a thousand madmen
I′m made of verse, survive caesarean birth
Reside in the material, rank and serial number
Born with a barcode upon my brain
Torture lies authorised by the law
But I foresaw your demise
Hard to kill

"As I come back"
"Best one"
"As I come back"
"As I come back"

So where we at? We goin' to a terrible place
Paranoid, clinical, unbearable case
Deep in the dirt, rhyme medical waste
I reign terror, six dead federal states
And who you be? The best one, you knew me
Low-key go to work like Kool Moe Dee
Need a little bit of land so I can get free
Grow my own shit to chill and stay hard to kill