U-God - Knockin at Your Door lyrics

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(Verse 1: U-God)

Thanks for the rap action pack satisfaction

Snatch over match kiss the grand dragon

I'm tramplin the mass riddin head champion

Back draft crash landin

Last man standing

All bodies full of swords

Cards of confusion

Killa bee guarntee

The guilotine execution

Reviloution air pollution

New budda diva fairy, beaver, be cleaver, fever, curry speaker

Sweet creature hurry knockin

Dirty rockin jockin

One stand word is thirty shell shockin

Unlockin fell through the flurries

Hurry, don't worry cherry blow

Go beyond wall rip a hardcore


(chorus: U-God)

Someone's knockin at the door

Someone's brining the swell

Y'all really want the fuckin war

Golden Arms bringing the swell

Somebody knockin at the door

Somebody brinin the swell

Young guns down for the cause

Golden Arms bringin the swell

(Verse 2: Letha Face)

Last hope Staten force, stack a few thoughts

Burn a mens courts

German imports adapt to the sport

Smash your courts like elevator deaths

Hell raizer checks

Shells faith invest it dwells in the plate in your chest

Facial sweats away in your breath

Scrapin your best patriot blessed warzone

No escapin the death

Snake you inject venom from poison glands

Boy scans destroy mans

The only survivor if the weak hold jams

Boths mans a pyrex measuring cups

Fo' better bust permanent headrush

Body illustrius

Infamous selfdestruct 12 bomb mechanisms

Expertism sets down your power gland systems

(chorus: U-God)

Somebody rockin hardcore

Sombody bringin the swell

Y'all really want the fuckin war

Golden Arms bringin the swell

Somebody rockin hardcore

Somebody bringin the swell

Somebody rockin hardcore

Golden Arms bringin the swell

(Verse 3: U-God)

Titanium bat

Drainin the crainium crack

Strainin your back

Late flap played back flippin

Disco daddy caddy shack

Glad he back, novelty size

Swallow me in poverty pimpin

Finger lickin hood stricken

Muffle detect slide

Shuffle the deck muscle respect, good riddens

Rag time drag through

36 pistons jerk your wrist in friction

Crash y'all since you in fast ball

And gas your last ass-whippin

Ask canned equipment

Risky district sound effect

Kickbox to get lift the gold shipment

The upmost control cut most amounted track

Polish my knaps

Now get simplicity twisted

Guys on top

Won't he despise out the meisor

The crypt tall bricks hit em'

Rip torn the bits got flipped shredded then chipped over dicer

(chorus: U-God)

Someone knockin at the door

Someone bringin the swell

Y'all niggas really want the war

Golden Arms bringin the swell

Y'all want the fuckin hardcore

Golden Arms bringin the swell

Young guns out for the cause

Golden Arms bringin the bell

Bell, bell, bell, bell, bell...

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