Vents Hard To Kill текст песни, слова песни Hard To Kill Vents
Vents - Hard To Kill
"As I come back"
"Vents One"
[Verse 1:]
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
[Hook:]
"As I come back"
"Vents One"
[Chorus:]
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
[Verse 2:]
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
[Hook:]
"As I come back"
"Vents One"
[Chorus:]
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
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