Vinnie Paz, La Coka Nostra - Coka Kings lyrics
[Vinnie Paz, La Coka Nostra - Coka Kings lyrics]
You get hit like surface-to-air missiles
Get crashed like Zildjian cymbals
My aura is a force-field
That can withstand pistols
And nuclear payloads that
Erase whole continents
Turn global occupants to
Smoldering apocalypse
Coka inclined to pain, Coka and the Hologram
Broken Bottle Gang
Buck-fifty you in Rotterdam
My goons are carnivores and
Outlaws that start wars
And scar yours like dartboards
Drop you where the sharks swarm
Sub-zero, freezing weather
Gun below the Pee-wee sweater
Shoot lead, green Beretta, you dead
We forever
Spaz with the Uzi, hold the chromie to peel
Uncle Howie bragged he used to
Do coke with Toni Tennille
Flame with the Molotov
Commonplace like date rapes in college dorms
I make the Planet Rock
Like Afrika Bambaataa songs
Die effective martyrs, deaded for doom
Coka Kings: riot tested, Armageddon approved
This Coka Kings, hard body shit
You know that we a problem
Coka Kings, the dope stuff
Non lethal rap, Pazienza, Coka Nos'
Three murderers
Father and son and holy ghost
Dig a hole, carry the head of a Trojan goat
My voice carry the power
That’s from Jehovah’s throat
Pazienza paranoid so the toaster’s close
Premonition of pain inside
The vulture’s cloak
My cousin Lethal cut it up like
It was soap and coke
The fat bastard a Trackmaster
Like Tone and Poke my bitch carry my hammer
Inside a Burberry bag
I leave you covered in shells
Like you a hermit crab
Steadfast and bled fast when
The curtain dragged
The haze of infatuation of
Smoking dirt and skag
Cock the motherfucking Glock, good riddance
Make this motherfucker rock like
If Pac was spitting
God-forbidden, put a hole inside your fitted
Take your head with your conscious in it
I’m a G!
This Coka Kings, hard body shit
You know that we a problem
Coka Kings, the dope stuff
I’m a political prisoner living
On this criminal planet
Animal, chemical mixologist
My confidence is brimming
Goddammit, my prominence
Escalating to a dominance
The high exalted kingdom of Slaine
The slang poet
The AA, the anonymous, IRA conglomerate
Bombing it, fuck it I’m old school
I stay with that atomic shit
Keep lighting the dust bone when you hit it
Cause the embalming's wet
Your dos is don'ts and you ain’t
Got out of your pajamas yet
My ego’s bigger than Obama’s lips
My lips spit verses of
Controversy with no mercy
Yous are counterfeit's
Your money’s no good over this way
It don’t amount to shit
My respect’s my currency, go ahead
Try and count the bills
I stack federal notes
You say the angel’s just dangerous
But I can tell you the devil is dope
Ask the heroin shooters
Nothing like a rush in the vein
Fuck, I’m insane
Still stuck in this illustrious pain
Get crashed like Zildjian cymbals
My aura is a force-field
That can withstand pistols
And nuclear payloads that
Erase whole continents
Turn global occupants to
Smoldering apocalypse
Coka inclined to pain, Coka and the Hologram
Broken Bottle Gang
Buck-fifty you in Rotterdam
My goons are carnivores and
Outlaws that start wars
And scar yours like dartboards
Drop you where the sharks swarm
Sub-zero, freezing weather
Gun below the Pee-wee sweater
Shoot lead, green Beretta, you dead
We forever
Spaz with the Uzi, hold the chromie to peel
Uncle Howie bragged he used to
Do coke with Toni Tennille
Flame with the Molotov
Commonplace like date rapes in college dorms
I make the Planet Rock
Like Afrika Bambaataa songs
Die effective martyrs, deaded for doom
Coka Kings: riot tested, Armageddon approved
This Coka Kings, hard body shit
You know that we a problem
Coka Kings, the dope stuff
Non lethal rap, Pazienza, Coka Nos'
Three murderers
Father and son and holy ghost
Dig a hole, carry the head of a Trojan goat
My voice carry the power
That’s from Jehovah’s throat
Pazienza paranoid so the toaster’s close
Premonition of pain inside
The vulture’s cloak
My cousin Lethal cut it up like
It was soap and coke
The fat bastard a Trackmaster
Like Tone and Poke my bitch carry my hammer
Inside a Burberry bag
I leave you covered in shells
Like you a hermit crab
Steadfast and bled fast when
The curtain dragged
The haze of infatuation of
Smoking dirt and skag
Cock the motherfucking Glock, good riddance
Make this motherfucker rock like
If Pac was spitting
God-forbidden, put a hole inside your fitted
Take your head with your conscious in it
I’m a G!
This Coka Kings, hard body shit
You know that we a problem
Coka Kings, the dope stuff
I’m a political prisoner living
On this criminal planet
Animal, chemical mixologist
My confidence is brimming
Goddammit, my prominence
Escalating to a dominance
The high exalted kingdom of Slaine
The slang poet
The AA, the anonymous, IRA conglomerate
Bombing it, fuck it I’m old school
I stay with that atomic shit
Keep lighting the dust bone when you hit it
Cause the embalming's wet
Your dos is don'ts and you ain’t
Got out of your pajamas yet
My ego’s bigger than Obama’s lips
My lips spit verses of
Controversy with no mercy
Yous are counterfeit's
Your money’s no good over this way
It don’t amount to shit
My respect’s my currency, go ahead
Try and count the bills
I stack federal notes
You say the angel’s just dangerous
But I can tell you the devil is dope
Ask the heroin shooters
Nothing like a rush in the vein
Fuck, I’m insane
Still stuck in this illustrious pain