Dom Pachino, Killa Sin, 9th Prince - Freestyle lyrics
[Dom Pachino, Killa Sin, 9th Prince - Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah, airwaves, airwaves, yo
Killarmy shh yo (it's Rocky)
Pete Rock what's the deal? (One-two, one-two)
Marley Marl (live and direct
Straight from Shaolin, what up New York?
Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Aiyo, I'm wise like a blind man
Playin' piano jellyin' across the Verazanno
Bustin' at Sopranos
White boys with attitudes like Rocky Marciano
Got a fire arm like Dan Marino
We serve John Wayne in El Dorado
Go to war like Al Pacino
Or Robert De Niro Casino
The ghetto is pitch dark
For the street's of messenger
Like the story of Joan of Arc
First spark, with Stapleton park
Gladiators and DMD
Before that was the Paris Crew Squad
I used to sit up on the benches
State of mind, third eye dimension lynchin'
Killarm' comrades like henchmen
Street doctor leave you paralyzed
In St vincent's
End the session with the weapon
Madman, reach for the sky and snatch
The Moon out the Heavens
Yeah, Killarm'
(Killa Sin) Killarm' (Killa Sin)
Word up, underground, what? Killarm' Killarm'
(Killa Sin)
Yo, fuck playing with it
Nigga, I spit it, I say it, I live it
For the critics, nothing but did-ick
You haters, forget it i'm made for this
Raise the blades with the fitted
Razor scriptues, scrape your debut
Make your label dismiss it
Now bang to this shit
If your game ain't official, then just' it
Same thing for them lames that came with you
I hope they bang pistols
That's for the game
It's officially over for the fiscal
Take a toast, to my niggas with aim
Cuz they won't miss you
They won't miss you, yo, Killarm's official
2001-2002, youknowhatimsayin
We throwing grenades
Splashin' ya'll off these years, son
Word up (exclusively, exclusive
Pete Rock & Marley Marl) Killarm'
Pete Rock & Marley Marl
(straight from Staten Island) one love
Killarmy shh yo (it's Rocky)
Pete Rock what's the deal? (One-two, one-two)
Marley Marl (live and direct
Straight from Shaolin, what up New York?
Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Aiyo, I'm wise like a blind man
Playin' piano jellyin' across the Verazanno
Bustin' at Sopranos
White boys with attitudes like Rocky Marciano
Got a fire arm like Dan Marino
We serve John Wayne in El Dorado
Go to war like Al Pacino
Or Robert De Niro Casino
The ghetto is pitch dark
For the street's of messenger
Like the story of Joan of Arc
First spark, with Stapleton park
Gladiators and DMD
Before that was the Paris Crew Squad
I used to sit up on the benches
State of mind, third eye dimension lynchin'
Killarm' comrades like henchmen
Street doctor leave you paralyzed
In St vincent's
End the session with the weapon
Madman, reach for the sky and snatch
The Moon out the Heavens
Yeah, Killarm'
(Killa Sin) Killarm' (Killa Sin)
Word up, underground, what? Killarm' Killarm'
(Killa Sin)
Yo, fuck playing with it
Nigga, I spit it, I say it, I live it
For the critics, nothing but did-ick
You haters, forget it i'm made for this
Raise the blades with the fitted
Razor scriptues, scrape your debut
Make your label dismiss it
Now bang to this shit
If your game ain't official, then just' it
Same thing for them lames that came with you
I hope they bang pistols
That's for the game
It's officially over for the fiscal
Take a toast, to my niggas with aim
Cuz they won't miss you
They won't miss you, yo, Killarm's official
2001-2002, youknowhatimsayin
We throwing grenades
Splashin' ya'll off these years, son
Word up (exclusively, exclusive
Pete Rock & Marley Marl) Killarm'
Pete Rock & Marley Marl
(straight from Staten Island) one love