Heavy Metal Kings, Crypt the Warchild - Devil’s Rebels lyrics
[Heavy Metal Kings, Crypt the Warchild - Devil’s Rebels lyrics]
Outside the 83rd precinct station house
Members of the Devil's Rebels
Threatened to kill
The police who were holding the three
Gang members some of the police ignored the
Gang’s taunts but others did not
I be the triple six OG homie
Melt you like cheese on pepperoni
Death to phonies, the resurrection of Tony
Like Dr malachi York in his
Heyday I’m Dre Day
My brains spray like Jeru when
He dropped on Payday
My brainwaves are rocket ships
And space planes
Better yet freight trains, better yet AKs
Rainy days make me think about my grandmother
And my uncle in the jungle
With a bundle and the junkie gets the hunger
When the humble seen the rumbles
In the big park
Cats’ll run up on you for a parka
My projects was Clive Barker
It was markers, monsters, and conquerors
Corner liquor store robberies
Shoot-outs in front of my school constantly
Kicking over displays in the Milky
Way the filthy way fuck around you catch a
Buck-fifty in your face 5714 Farragut
Don’t ever come around here on
No motherfucking faggot shit
Beat you in the face with the ratchet, kid
Leave you resting in peace on
Some forever after shit
We them Heavy Metal Kings
Let the hammers click
Ready to handle shit, we talented homie
Hand me that banana clip
This is books of blood
Nothing surrounding me but crooks and thugs
Drinking forties, smoking wakata
Cooking drugs
My shit harder than liquor that
You would put in pubs
I got Sierra ballistics that you
Could put in plugs
I put my hand on the Bible, lie to the judge
I didn’t even mean to be high, but I was
I guess it’s just a procedure
To ride with my thugs
I guess I’m just a believer in God just above
Yeah, run up on your car for cream
Alauddin on his deen, na'mean?
I ain’t fucking with small shit
Only thorough heaters
The ice grill get you robbed, Sergio Martinez
Your whole clique a bunch of broads
Y’all all divas
Y’all on some Kanye faggot shit, all skeezers
I always handle the rock, y’all all defense
Dim Mak hit your chest, your heart weakens
We critically acclaimed, lyrically we reign
Clinically insane, Heavy Metal King
Official Pistol Gang i distribute pain
What seems to be the issue mane?
My main issue is y’all lame
We ain’t the same
So we ain’t on the same page
We a different book
You’s a gimmick, type-gay
That’s a different look
Trust nobody, loyalty is forbidden
So when a nigga turn his back
Paz four-fifth him
Everybody rah rah I just say they talk
But never sneak the fifty on
Me like I’m AJ Hawk
Killadel, Pistolvain, let the melee spark
They barely scratching the surface
How they claim they sharp?
Temple of Doom, goon platoon
We just take their heart
Your shit is terrible
Your excuse? You claim it’s art
My presence in the vocal booth
Is like that of God i try to school them
But society is brainwashed
Members of the Devil's Rebels
Threatened to kill
The police who were holding the three
Gang members some of the police ignored the
Gang’s taunts but others did not
I be the triple six OG homie
Melt you like cheese on pepperoni
Death to phonies, the resurrection of Tony
Like Dr malachi York in his
Heyday I’m Dre Day
My brains spray like Jeru when
He dropped on Payday
My brainwaves are rocket ships
And space planes
Better yet freight trains, better yet AKs
Rainy days make me think about my grandmother
And my uncle in the jungle
With a bundle and the junkie gets the hunger
When the humble seen the rumbles
In the big park
Cats’ll run up on you for a parka
My projects was Clive Barker
It was markers, monsters, and conquerors
Corner liquor store robberies
Shoot-outs in front of my school constantly
Kicking over displays in the Milky
Way the filthy way fuck around you catch a
Buck-fifty in your face 5714 Farragut
Don’t ever come around here on
No motherfucking faggot shit
Beat you in the face with the ratchet, kid
Leave you resting in peace on
Some forever after shit
We them Heavy Metal Kings
Let the hammers click
Ready to handle shit, we talented homie
Hand me that banana clip
This is books of blood
Nothing surrounding me but crooks and thugs
Drinking forties, smoking wakata
Cooking drugs
My shit harder than liquor that
You would put in pubs
I got Sierra ballistics that you
Could put in plugs
I put my hand on the Bible, lie to the judge
I didn’t even mean to be high, but I was
I guess it’s just a procedure
To ride with my thugs
I guess I’m just a believer in God just above
Yeah, run up on your car for cream
Alauddin on his deen, na'mean?
I ain’t fucking with small shit
Only thorough heaters
The ice grill get you robbed, Sergio Martinez
Your whole clique a bunch of broads
Y’all all divas
Y’all on some Kanye faggot shit, all skeezers
I always handle the rock, y’all all defense
Dim Mak hit your chest, your heart weakens
We critically acclaimed, lyrically we reign
Clinically insane, Heavy Metal King
Official Pistol Gang i distribute pain
What seems to be the issue mane?
My main issue is y’all lame
We ain’t the same
So we ain’t on the same page
We a different book
You’s a gimmick, type-gay
That’s a different look
Trust nobody, loyalty is forbidden
So when a nigga turn his back
Paz four-fifth him
Everybody rah rah I just say they talk
But never sneak the fifty on
Me like I’m AJ Hawk
Killadel, Pistolvain, let the melee spark
They barely scratching the surface
How they claim they sharp?
Temple of Doom, goon platoon
We just take their heart
Your shit is terrible
Your excuse? You claim it’s art
My presence in the vocal booth
Is like that of God i try to school them
But society is brainwashed