DJ Muggs, Sick Jacken, Cynic (Street Platoon) - Black Ships lyrics

It's death before dishonor
Whisky and marijuana
Wars with guns, we battle with no armor
Real life drama in a pre-armageddon setting
Causing chaos, like Osama
N-bombs with the deadly arms
And I ain't talking 'bout limbs, man
I'm talking 'bout limb bombers
Fun weaponry with loot for black armors
Drug cause an underground rap fama
Fuck fame, I rather wait in cut, came
Rather make a slut bang tricks
Or give up brain
That's why I got psycho blasting on my gut
Man
Sickside, more like a bound by blood gang
We're like the skull and bones
Psyclones and unopposed
The enemy tryna reveal the unexposed
We still future and the ancient scrolls
Shrapnel defender touch you when
The gat blows

We come in black ships
Skull and bones type of action
Your time is up, give in to your masters
We come in black ships
Skull and bones type of action
Your time is up, give in to your masters
Black robes and candle light, we sacrifice
Axe goes, who try to fight
They lost their life

Yo, I sound with rebelry
My street game is heavily
Soldiers tune in towards for the recipe
Can't give it all out
Better be the death to 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
Or gory hell with the war behalf
We try to open eyes and
Homie still thinking that war between
Us is where they killed this is a rebel era
My music stays full of terror
We live an earthquake weather
The sick and sicker this shit, we want better
We never fall hopes and don't try ever
Even though we all gotta go some day
Doesn't mean I'ma let you take me out with AK
Where sicksiders go, we go out with a bang
We don't live our needs it's thy rival
We same

We come in black ships
Skull and bones type of action
Your time is up, give in to your masters
We come in black ships
Skull and bones type of action
Your time is up, give in to your masters
Black robes and candle light, we sacrifice
Axe goes, who try to fight
They lost their life

I'm with the army of masked man
Anybody now, where everyone? Blast them
We outlast to make the enemy past tense
And then assassin a soldier bastards
Street sweepers with MAC-10's
Your time is up, give in to your masters
Where millions fight reptilian bastards
Wait lifting gates
This battle saves out the spirit dancers
Made of suffers with the mysteries answers
The victory in hand
It's our chance to survive
Not only the battle
But keep birth from dying
Get Roberto flying, illuminate skylines
Off the G's eliminating hard times
Shells scattered on the floor with bodies
But a head chancellor within illuminaties
The streets blazed on with illegal shotties
To the MP between two world parties

We come in black ships
Skull and bones type of action
Your time is up, give in to your masters
We come in black ships
Skull and bones type of action
Your time is up, give in to your masters
Black robes and candle light, we sacrifice
Axe goes, who try to fight
They lost their life