Cloak N Dagga - Venomous Spit (B.K. Anthem) lyrics
[Cloak N Dagga - Venomous Spit B.K. Anthem lyrics]
"You become all of a sudden
A mechanical man"
Ladies and Gentlemen
Welcome to the K-1 boxing tourney
(Yo, Black Kobra gon' kill
'em, Yo, that nigga, gon' kill that nigga)
All competitors, get ready to get severed
Guyanese flying knees bust thru pine trees
Cantonese ninth degree, Muy Thai Chi
(Black Kobra, Black Kobra, Black Kobra
Black Kobra)
Spellbound jaws, repel down walls
Breach the perimeter, take down four guards
Shut down alarms, disarm all COM's
Nobody moves, nobody get harmed
Bloodshot red-eyes, look like two flares
Zookeeper stay clear the bear with blue hair
Stab you in the chest with Satan's bayonette
Darth Vader versus Boba Fett make a bet
I can go toe-to-toe with cold flows
But, I don't go nose-to nose with no hoes
In the streets lyrically
I provide outreach ministry
For the whole Hip-Hop industry
I'm on some Scorpion King, Morpheus thing
Break your pinky offa' the ring
Then offer to sing lord of the Rings
On the phone orderin' bling
I'mma clip your wings then
Bring the coroners in your body's numb like
One million scorpion stings
Give me One Mic, and a cup of coffee to drink
Alright, watch the word-termite burn the mic
I rhyme circles around niggas: Turn right
First name, Germaine last name, audio-slave
Hold your breath on my audio wave
Want to be brave? Dump you in a watery grave
My brigade invade like Normandy D-Day
Instant replay, spray the beats wit' a AK
From a sea ray, call the IAEA
Hey, Jesus, the great Can-IBus just
Please us with your lyrical thesis
LL Cool G: Ladies Love Cool Germaine
I swim wit' 'em in pools of champagne
Perform lyrical Yoga, in a Pagoda
Instruct Malaysian silat to
Special-op soldiers
Look me up if you good enough
I keep a hundred plus rhymes on
Me homey cause I wouldn't bluff
The mic-God, terabyte iPod
The rap icon that just stepped
Out of the white fog
Guns: I lube 'em up, run 'fore I shoot 'em up
Man, you fucked, shake ya hand
Order you a tux black Kobra
A mechanical man"
Ladies and Gentlemen
Welcome to the K-1 boxing tourney
(Yo, Black Kobra gon' kill
'em, Yo, that nigga, gon' kill that nigga)
All competitors, get ready to get severed
Guyanese flying knees bust thru pine trees
Cantonese ninth degree, Muy Thai Chi
(Black Kobra, Black Kobra, Black Kobra
Black Kobra)
Spellbound jaws, repel down walls
Breach the perimeter, take down four guards
Shut down alarms, disarm all COM's
Nobody moves, nobody get harmed
Bloodshot red-eyes, look like two flares
Zookeeper stay clear the bear with blue hair
Stab you in the chest with Satan's bayonette
Darth Vader versus Boba Fett make a bet
I can go toe-to-toe with cold flows
But, I don't go nose-to nose with no hoes
In the streets lyrically
I provide outreach ministry
For the whole Hip-Hop industry
I'm on some Scorpion King, Morpheus thing
Break your pinky offa' the ring
Then offer to sing lord of the Rings
On the phone orderin' bling
I'mma clip your wings then
Bring the coroners in your body's numb like
One million scorpion stings
Give me One Mic, and a cup of coffee to drink
Alright, watch the word-termite burn the mic
I rhyme circles around niggas: Turn right
First name, Germaine last name, audio-slave
Hold your breath on my audio wave
Want to be brave? Dump you in a watery grave
My brigade invade like Normandy D-Day
Instant replay, spray the beats wit' a AK
From a sea ray, call the IAEA
Hey, Jesus, the great Can-IBus just
Please us with your lyrical thesis
LL Cool G: Ladies Love Cool Germaine
I swim wit' 'em in pools of champagne
Perform lyrical Yoga, in a Pagoda
Instruct Malaysian silat to
Special-op soldiers
Look me up if you good enough
I keep a hundred plus rhymes on
Me homey cause I wouldn't bluff
The mic-God, terabyte iPod
The rap icon that just stepped
Out of the white fog
Guns: I lube 'em up, run 'fore I shoot 'em up
Man, you fucked, shake ya hand
Order you a tux black Kobra