The Master
Rakim lyrics
Rakim lyrics
"PASS THE HAND GRENADE Lyrics"
Solo Lyrics
Sigue la vida que soas, sigue la vida que queres, sigue, no importa lo que digan, no importa lo que digan, no importa lo que digan. sigue, solo, sigue, por vos! sigue la vida que soas, sigue la vida que queres, sigue, no importa lo que di
Sigue la vida que soas, sigue la vida que queres, sigue, no importa lo que digan, no importa lo que digan, no importa lo que digan. sigue, solo, sigue, por vos! sigue la vida que soas, sigue la vida que queres, sigue, no importa lo que di
Pass the hand grenade
It's gonna blow 'cause I took out the pin
Detach the detonator, data send
Programmed wit protons, eqipped wit predicates
Electrons and elements just fit
Your pronoun hits the ground and that's that
Hit the floor like a meteor so get back
Commas, punctuation marks separate, it sparks
Follow the course in to avoid getting sharked
More volts than a lightning bolt: handle with care!
I'm far from fragile, warfare won't tear
I'm armed and dangerous, trained for c
Too Many Memories Lyrics
I remember this town with a love by my side And a peace seldom felt in this day and time And it gets melancholy every now and again When you let your mind go and it drifts way back when Life plays it's tricks, some cruel but fair And even a fool can pr
ombat I remember this town with a love by my side And a peace seldom felt in this day and time And it gets melancholy every now and again When you let your mind go and it drifts way back when Life plays it's tricks, some cruel but fair And even a fool can pr
Let off rounds and they won't just bomb back
Explosions I made to invade your parade-
your weak beats' decay 'till they can't get played!
Wrong elements in the mic, they get sprayed
Pass the hand grenade
After the stage gets warm, I heat it up
The crowd gets charged, I speed it up
They couldn't get warm, gimme a cut
The rhyme gets good, so eat it up
Food for thought until your thoughts is sore,
Fill up a colosseum, I can serve them all
Bake another plate, and cook i
Do Your Best Lyrics
See the strange boy keeping to the shadows He's a very good friend of mine I've seen you running from the ladies Don't tell me you're not that kind I've got the time if you've got the money Mister you'll be pleased you'll see We'll meet by the t
far from raw See the strange boy keeping to the shadows He's a very good friend of mine I've seen you running from the ladies Don't tell me you're not that kind I've got the time if you've got the money Mister you'll be pleased you'll see We'll meet by the t
And if your overweight, then here's some more....
'Cause every dish I make tastes great and
Plus filling, If I sold a third of my rhymes, I make a killing,
Get the salt and pepper from the maid
Get the blood off the blade, pass the hand grenade
If you try this, your response is tonsilitis,
I'm leaving authors and writers with arthritis;
You got the slightest ideas, I got the brightest
Here's the lightest, so clear, it's out of sight, it's
Darkness, from the darkness, came the
Hammerhead Lyrics
Feeling the pain as it rips through my brain Twisting whats left of my mind. Tearing the same, this blood burning flame Decaying all it can find. Banging your head, stuck in the dread, Leaving the posers behind. Powers you see, the power you need
light
The night is the time for Ra to recite it.
Educated, but complicated style
For all the biters, I'm shutting rappers up like Midas
I got the force of a Turbo Porsche
You get lost in the sauce and then thrown off course
You can't destroy the decoys so detour!
No sense of direction, so what'cha speed for?
You wouldn't of never made it, how many styles have I created?
So many rhymes I bust, ya frustrated,
Then the mic will self sestruct, you'll get sprayed!
Pass the hand grenade (3x
Feeling the pain as it rips through my brain Twisting whats left of my mind. Tearing the same, this blood burning flame Decaying all it can find. Banging your head, stuck in the dread, Leaving the posers behind. Powers you see, the power you need
light
The night is the time for Ra to recite it.
Educated, but complicated style
For all the biters, I'm shutting rappers up like Midas
I got the force of a Turbo Porsche
You get lost in the sauce and then thrown off course
You can't destroy the decoys so detour!
No sense of direction, so what'cha speed for?
You wouldn't of never made it, how many styles have I created?
So many rhymes I bust, ya frustrated,
Then the mic will self sestruct, you'll get sprayed!
Pass the hand grenade (3x