The Left, Mu - Battle Axe lyrics
[The Left, Mu - Battle Axe lyrics]
My spoken word is fascinatin' the most
It's a Holiday when I rap so
Just call me the Ghost
I'm the Gentleman side of
The Gangsta for really
I'm a peaceful dude that's why
I carry a nine milli don't be silly son I'll
Embarrass your squadron
My words are heat seekin'
Lockin' on movin' targets
I rips on the daily
I'll make you look more of a bigger
Fool than Benzino battlin' Slim Shady
I'm the mixture of Biggie
Malcolm and Makaveli
Shuttin' down shows By Any Means Necessary
Warnin' all guys, deserve visually rides
On whoever or where ever wackness resides
Go with the side and make it a wise choice
Before I do you like DOC and
Leave you without a voice
Rip out your larynx, Adam's apple and all
You gon' need a voice box to
Attempt to get your point across
You sassafras ass fags done got gassed
Ran upon the wrong two niggas and got masked
Yo, I keep that battle axe swingin'
Tell whoever signed you, resign
Cause, I ain't leavin' nothin'
Alive to be signed
The sickest nigga you got in your clique
He's mine bring paramedics and anesthetics
Or he's dyin' don't stop
You drop in from the cop keep firin'
Black band over that bag so keep drivin'
Look Al Qaeda
This is Somalian street pirates
Tell the pres we ain't terrorists, we tyrants
I do this all the time, you barely a hype man
Who the fuck you think you're scarin'
Wearin' them tight pants
Your life span just might end in my hands
This a black dance and you don't fit
White man
See I stand ready for action, no mask
Just a 44 Magnum chrome ratchet
No plastic, one blast and that's it
Closed casket
You just witnessed your own funeral
Broke bastard classic
It's a Holiday when I rap so
Just call me the Ghost
I'm the Gentleman side of
The Gangsta for really
I'm a peaceful dude that's why
I carry a nine milli don't be silly son I'll
Embarrass your squadron
My words are heat seekin'
Lockin' on movin' targets
I rips on the daily
I'll make you look more of a bigger
Fool than Benzino battlin' Slim Shady
I'm the mixture of Biggie
Malcolm and Makaveli
Shuttin' down shows By Any Means Necessary
Warnin' all guys, deserve visually rides
On whoever or where ever wackness resides
Go with the side and make it a wise choice
Before I do you like DOC and
Leave you without a voice
Rip out your larynx, Adam's apple and all
You gon' need a voice box to
Attempt to get your point across
You sassafras ass fags done got gassed
Ran upon the wrong two niggas and got masked
Yo, I keep that battle axe swingin'
Tell whoever signed you, resign
Cause, I ain't leavin' nothin'
Alive to be signed
The sickest nigga you got in your clique
He's mine bring paramedics and anesthetics
Or he's dyin' don't stop
You drop in from the cop keep firin'
Black band over that bag so keep drivin'
Look Al Qaeda
This is Somalian street pirates
Tell the pres we ain't terrorists, we tyrants
I do this all the time, you barely a hype man
Who the fuck you think you're scarin'
Wearin' them tight pants
Your life span just might end in my hands
This a black dance and you don't fit
White man
See I stand ready for action, no mask
Just a 44 Magnum chrome ratchet
No plastic, one blast and that's it
Closed casket
You just witnessed your own funeral
Broke bastard classic