And they won't could let you go And the people gotta run for the last show Well, there is all we want To live and die by the sword Well, they tried
to know, And they want to let you go, And the people gather 'round for the last show, Well there is a reward, To live and die by the sword, Well they
Превод: Слаш. By The Sword.
The place lays phased like a warrior slayed Engraved into the space with his sword still raised Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways Praise relays
be, talkin' blasphemy Blastin' me, your family, rest in coffins often Frank Wizzard, far from soft or fragilla Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer Slash Gorilla, slash
, I gots to fight back against the powers that be, Cause the powers that be be tryin' to fight me, Standin' at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself, Some
the master's elements, disaster Breaking ya faster, transmitting the broadcaster The blade swings, slashing your throat The vision's on the mission, seeking the note Dropping the bomb, by
on the loose from the psychiatric ward His face is up on the bulletin board with a reward He'll stab you with a sword don't be fooled by his charm He
to glorious days Yeah God, check it out y'all We back, yes yes y'all (Fake roller derbies) Yeah, Masked Avengers We're here to sharpen your sword" All
Track figure that's mixed wit Pro Tool I rhyme wit sense, the paragraph was intense Area's dense with the flow from the sentence Engine powered by five hundred horses Press by
only light in the air By the time you get this message By the time you get this message By the time you get this message By the time you get this message
Wu-Tang sword hittin' the brain The main issue for invasion of your brain tissue Is your dismissal, nigga I reign official I lack fear like a black bear slash
one for the punch ups But look I really hate them Nazis A certain something starts to wind me up How could I hate them of so violently? When two swords slashing
', eventually It was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk Eight Diagram sword
of my life Changed Then it was crazy Thanx to my mom cause she stuck by to raise me Since I was a baby She stuck by to raise me There is no sound Coming
the realness Aw break it down Simple for my people to hear this For my people Silent in the dark I think I'm nutty With your swords of emotions Slashing