Schoolboy Q - Kamikaze lyrics
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Schoolboy Q - Kamikaze lyrics]
Gun me down, I'll gun you down
Trade a body for a body nigga, kamikaze
Tired of living no healthcare
I ain't fucking with wellfare
But it's rap down, Hells near
Sherm on every corner like fountains near
G rock, mountaineer, chunk coats a
Cop would wear, double up, roca wear
Win or lose, none to spare
Black jack safety pair
20 rounds one to the head
Whole clip strike the beard
Breaking news fuck the feds, buckle up
Simon says do the job nothing says
Neighbors seen this shit for years
Hopped out, out of range
Close up not a stain
Gut shot got him maimed
Shit bag potty trained
No time for a nigga
Got a strike up on my record
And I'm playing shit for what it's gonna be
A nigga sitting on his last hundred
Plus I owe the homie 50
And my bitch and she ridin' on E
Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga
Shit I'm feeling kamikaze
Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga
Shit I'm feeling kamikaze
Nigga welcome to Hell's kitchen
Prayers missing
Doing good has no intentions
With the shit that I'm kicking
Heavens too far from forgiving
Stuck on a mission, Choppers by the windows
See the silhouettes
Just like I'm heading fishing
Pay your rent or meet your soul's eviction
Greet the reaper
Deliver death like serving pizza
Dome piece the shell cracked
Like Sunday Easter
Feel this Ether, the pyromaniac
You niggas keisters ain't shit but ass
Newest task is getting cash
Smoking hash and let it ash
Off a dime like Steve Nash
22 by my lower calf, see a hawk
We sqeeze and blast
(Ha ha ha) Fucking laugh
Shady more than aftermath
Eminem's my limit slim
We ain't the same no synonym
No sin in them, get it in like lucifer
Down and dirty emperor
With hell's demons and angels
Rat-a tat tat tat sent for ya
I major in your minisher
Left his ass holy by the minister
Immortal Kombat finisher
No time for a nigga
Got a strike up on my record
And I'm playing shit for what it's gonna be
A nigga sitting on his last hundred
Plus I owe the homie 50
And my bitch and she ridin' on E
Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga
Shit I'm feeling kamikaze
Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga
Shit I'm feeling kamikaze
Gangster, Gangster! Read all about it
A nigga got smoked
The killers name remains silent
Gangster, Gangster! Read all about it
There's guns in the streets
I know the governments supplying
Prison wars, race riot, ice pick in the neck
Flatline another comic grave for man kind
Every step I take a land mine
Blowin' up like 9-11, Hiroshima
Pearl Harbor
Afghan hobbies, got me feelin' Kamikaze
(KABOOM) blow up the party
Sickest lad-i dadi
Peace on Earth you don't remind me
Dying Honor, Uni-bomber
You prima donna I'm ghetto
Verson of Gia Connor
Mob bosses, count losses gain profit's
Same logic did it all but still stay silent
Keep the gangster grooving in my blood cuz'
50's who I do it for
Die for mine and ride on yours
No time for a nigga
Got a strike up on my record
And I'm playing shit for what it's gonna be
A nigga sitting on his last hundred
Plus I owe the homie 50
And my bitch and she ridin' on E
Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga
Shit I'm feeling kamikaze
Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga
Shit I'm feeling kamikaze
Trade a body for a body nigga, kamikaze
Tired of living no healthcare
I ain't fucking with wellfare
But it's rap down, Hells near
Sherm on every corner like fountains near
G rock, mountaineer, chunk coats a
Cop would wear, double up, roca wear
Win or lose, none to spare
Black jack safety pair
20 rounds one to the head
Whole clip strike the beard
Breaking news fuck the feds, buckle up
Simon says do the job nothing says
Neighbors seen this shit for years
Hopped out, out of range
Close up not a stain
Gut shot got him maimed
Shit bag potty trained
No time for a nigga
Got a strike up on my record
And I'm playing shit for what it's gonna be
A nigga sitting on his last hundred
Plus I owe the homie 50
And my bitch and she ridin' on E
Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga
Shit I'm feeling kamikaze
Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga
Shit I'm feeling kamikaze
Nigga welcome to Hell's kitchen
Prayers missing
Doing good has no intentions
With the shit that I'm kicking
Heavens too far from forgiving
Stuck on a mission, Choppers by the windows
See the silhouettes
Just like I'm heading fishing
Pay your rent or meet your soul's eviction
Greet the reaper
Deliver death like serving pizza
Dome piece the shell cracked
Like Sunday Easter
Feel this Ether, the pyromaniac
You niggas keisters ain't shit but ass
Newest task is getting cash
Smoking hash and let it ash
Off a dime like Steve Nash
22 by my lower calf, see a hawk
We sqeeze and blast
(Ha ha ha) Fucking laugh
Shady more than aftermath
Eminem's my limit slim
We ain't the same no synonym
No sin in them, get it in like lucifer
Down and dirty emperor
With hell's demons and angels
Rat-a tat tat tat sent for ya
I major in your minisher
Left his ass holy by the minister
Immortal Kombat finisher
No time for a nigga
Got a strike up on my record
And I'm playing shit for what it's gonna be
A nigga sitting on his last hundred
Plus I owe the homie 50
And my bitch and she ridin' on E
Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga
Shit I'm feeling kamikaze
Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga
Shit I'm feeling kamikaze
Gangster, Gangster! Read all about it
A nigga got smoked
The killers name remains silent
Gangster, Gangster! Read all about it
There's guns in the streets
I know the governments supplying
Prison wars, race riot, ice pick in the neck
Flatline another comic grave for man kind
Every step I take a land mine
Blowin' up like 9-11, Hiroshima
Pearl Harbor
Afghan hobbies, got me feelin' Kamikaze
(KABOOM) blow up the party
Sickest lad-i dadi
Peace on Earth you don't remind me
Dying Honor, Uni-bomber
You prima donna I'm ghetto
Verson of Gia Connor
Mob bosses, count losses gain profit's
Same logic did it all but still stay silent
Keep the gangster grooving in my blood cuz'
50's who I do it for
Die for mine and ride on yours
No time for a nigga
Got a strike up on my record
And I'm playing shit for what it's gonna be
A nigga sitting on his last hundred
Plus I owe the homie 50
And my bitch and she ridin' on E
Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga
Shit I'm feeling kamikaze
Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga
Shit I'm feeling kamikaze