Testi musica canzoni

(So for all y'all niggaz out there that be puffin' shit
when the music go on, y'all listen to this alright?)

(Rzarector)
Let's get it on ock, N' watch the spot get blown
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mists of the darkness, I come with this
Hittin' straight to the chest, like a Primatene mist
Rzarector, yah! The fanatical type
I'm like a bat in the night, when it's time to take flight
Here I am, in the flesh, N' yes I love sess
I'm obsessed by the sounds, the track posess
Intellectual killa, special majestical
Ropin' up the devils, have 'em hangin' from my testicles
Nowhere to run to, baby
There's nowhere to hide

(Grym Reaper)
Ahh... fuck it!
Another day, another ducat
From here to Nantucket MC's kick the bucket
I'm rugged ruff flow-in' up till I bust
While other rappers is flatter than a white girl's butt
I manifest my name N' the reason I came in the first place
Word, shake your brain like an earthquake
A lot of people admit that I am raw
I cover my ass like a V-I-M store
My forms are real wicked like Dahmer
A whole mob of a lot of niggaz is like a meal ticket
It's nowhere to run to, baby
It's nowhere to hide

(Gatekeeper)
Yo
As a child, a bad seed was on the prowl
Runnin' mad wild, cuz death was my style
The crazy, maniac, yo lunatic
I circle like a shark when the fresh blood drips
Needles to the pen now you're in
I eat 'em then I feed 'em, chop chop rippin' sheets from your skin
Terror is in, with the RZA N' the Grym
Problem one now begins, hah!
Streak up your skull to the sides of a freedom
Record to the meter, so tell me who could be