Tragedy Khadafi

Tragedy Khadafi - Gorilla Rap lyrics

rate me

(feat. Raekwon)

[Intro: Raekwon]

25 to life, aiyo Scram Jones, I'm hearing about you kid

What up, let's pop these niggaz heads the fuck off, man

It's on still, fuck that, let's do it!

[Raekwon]

Let the lead jet, mad chunks of ice on his headset

Pull out them cannons, and let my nigga bed check

Always at war, with good liquor, say something hood rich

Bitch, I'm guarded by them good ninjas

Fresh out them caves of Europe, more slave bengals

Flooded like the stone mizurics

So when you see us, nigga wouldn't knee us

The world's most powerful rap duos, run through like zebra's

Big v's pull up, melt ya skull, grab your whore

We're in your ear, yellin' 'war' when we pull up

Eight eight killas, sorta like the bullocks

The wolf child, lift niggaz faster than sit-ups

So many stick-money gettas, payin' fly Hitlers

This is all made from the pictures

Automatic exchanges, bad boom killas and rangers

Violate me, you'll die in the rain, bitch

[Chorus: samples scratched up]

"You got guns, got guns too"

"Watch me -- shit ain't a game, recognize the G"

"You got guns, got guns too"

"Off seasons, I keeps it gully"

"You got guns, got guns too"

"Cowards in the face, the bullets is burning, actual factual"

"You got guns, got guns too"

"It's going down like that"

[Tragedy Khadafi]

When I write, floods occuring, arks get built

Prophets kneel the crosses, and presidents killed

Churches, synagogues, even mosses filled

Popes and bishops bow down, on one knee they kneel

Streets is talking, e pills shipped in a coffin

Egyptian jewelry, made the dead rise of the tombs

Aborted babies, re-appeared back in the womb

Used to fuck with all types of thugs, all types of drugs

Strapped up, macked up, with all types of slugs

Militant Che Guerrera, three quarter chinchilla

Ask around about the God, homey say I'm the realest

2-5, we gon' ride til the government kill us

Banana clip in the mack, where niggaz act gorilla

The truth is, I'm on some more new and improved shit

Spitting the revolution, allow me to introduce it

I'm legendary, skills in the art of war vary

I feel I'm needed, like the Knicks need Marbury

When I squeeze have the d's go down like the Ferry

Holding my hand, talk to the dead, in cemetaries

That's word to the pain and the blood stain of a dope fiend vein

Leave our mark on the planet, you know we came

Slugs flying, we riding, I ain't doing no bids

Fight a lion with a pocket knife, to feed my kids...

[Chorus]

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