DJ Muggs Vs. Sick Jacken - Black Ships | Текст песни

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• DJ Muggs Vs. Sick Jacken
• Black Ships

[Verse 1]

It’s death before dishonour, whiskey and marijuana
Wars with guns, we battle with no armour
Real life drama in a pre-Armageddon setting
Causing chaos like Osama
Aim bombs with the deadly arms
And I ain’t talking about limbs man
I’m talking about ? bombers
Fun weaponry with loot for black ?
Drugs, whores, and underground rap ?
Fuck fame, I’d rather weigh and cut ‘cane
Rather make a slut bang tricks or give up brain
That’s why I got psycho blasting out my gut, man
Sick Side more like a bound-by-blood gang
We’re like the Skull and Bones, cyclones are unopposed
The enemy trying to reveal the unexposed
We still clutch steel, fugitives, the nation’s scroll
Shrapnel defence to touch you when the gat explodes

[Chorus]

We come in black ships, skull and bone type of action
Your time is up, give in to your masters
We come in black ships, skull and bone type of action
Your time is up, give in to your masters
Black robes in candlelight we sacrifice
Ask those who tried to fight and lost their life

[Verse 2]

Yo I’m down with revelry, my street game is heavenly
Soldiers tune in to words for the recipe
Can’t give it all out, that’ll be the death of me
You can kill a man but can’t kill a legacy
Truth is a holy grail, we ain’t in this shit to story-tell
A gory hell where the war be held
We’re trying to open eyes to patterns
Homies still thinking that the war between us is where they kills
This is a rebel era, my music stay full of terror
We live in earthquake weather
The sick get sick of this shit, we want better
We never fall homes and don’t run ever
Even though we all gotta go someday
Doesn’t mean I’mma let you take me out with a K
When Sick Siders go, we go out with a bang
We don’t live on knees and die right where we stand

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I’m with an army of masked men
Anybody not weary, we’ll blast them
We outlast and make the enemy past tense
In dense action and soldier factions
Street sweepers and Mac 10s
Your time is up, give in to your masters
When millions fight reptilian bastards
Weightlifting gauges that’ll shape-shift and spirit dances
Made us selfish with the mysteries’ answers
The victory enhances our chance to survive
Not only to battle but keep birth from dying
Ghetto birds are flying, illuminate skylines
RPGs eliminate high times
Shells scattered on the floor with bodies
But our headcount’s lower than Illuminati’s
The streets blaze on with illegal shotties
Till the end be between the two war parties

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