|
RZA - Holocaust (Silkworm) lyrics
Holocaust, (Mrs.Roxy) (Bobby Digital) Wu-Tang Killer Bees (Its all about Bobby, I'm floatin in your galaxy) You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality Grahically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin guiness My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance Still deceases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, temp me I'll break it simply, I'm horrifyingly empty Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out Rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab, get stabbed in bloodybath While, I'm sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus Got oscar nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars While, Bobby's throwin razor CD's like ninja stars Rza chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chhhhh Yo, yo, yo, dropped down a man-hole, yo, I rap ammo Blows out your candle, check, yo Dropped down a man-hole, I rap ammo Blows out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Jandel Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo Scared your ass, you jumped through a closed window To a hundred beats per a second, my mic's secret weapon Infertiate your style to that of Led Zeplin Encyclopedia Brittanica, Hanna Barbera, world of superest incher Couldn't give a proper word on the scripture of my manner You're just a flicker to my inferno, we burn for eternal MC's delight - popcorn, we poppin every curnel Jot us in your journal, we hot like a thermal nuclear explosion, under my control of your country My technique, he vocabulary freak Recite for state, my divine is like Dante's Peak At most, you'll be trapped off in Pat Moss Get smacked in the back of your neck with the black toast King Cobra, back blew back and bare foot On the roof dusted out, waitin for carriers Poppin like Orville Redd'n Bocker or Betty Crocker The pop secret is the fourty-five glock popper Control men like rats thats controlled by Ben or Willis American Express privelages, blood spillage We got more balls then village Star-spangled banner, soldier stand up Cobra commander, stop the propaganda Thirty shot banana clip, full-loaded, radar scanners get decoded Digital warfare torments your head, eye's bloated Nexus floated, poison darts quoted American eagle stingin up blue Beetle Bailey on the wine mixed with Hennessey daily Keep thee scaly, Israeli niggaz from the clan We bide the omish that'll harness the promised land Dr. Doom Yo, yo, yo, you can't escape from the Dr. of Doom My lyrics bloom on bafoons and take flight like witches brooms That full moon on all you dumb-dumbsWatch your filthy rise away like soap scum The war-lord swingin flamin swords just like a shogun of the darkness, my scriptures cause arches like flamin archmen My killer bee sting remains accurate like a marksman So, tape with caution, we attack like black martians Corner of the market, by usin digital strategies Reefer sparks my acid battery, yall niggaz flatter me With all that tough talk, I drop bombs like Mookie Blaylock From the outside or the inside, create intense rides When my pen glides all MC's will get they heads flied For talkin shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit Killer bees must reign supreme throughout the continent We conquered it, mother fuckers Ghostface Killah Eh yo, the beat terminal, exquisite young coolie high production Caught up in the hollow-head suction Ten pogo sticks, two black-belts that break bricks Diet coke meetin's with the rich I'm faithfully married to rap We've been engaged for twelve years Tyson bite Holyfield ear We love the sport, look out your window Now see, pull up to say, yall be amazed me Tony Starks, spaceship, ran by a daughter's cellar Only man out, walked through hell Dick swingin like shit went well Call it the mighty Joe Young Double-swirl slush, Wonder Woman, sapphire shit with the pearls It looked real nice, yo, heavy on the gravy Third, bag a secretary in the glaze, he tagged eighty words From Whirl-winds to whirl-pools, see wise watch the earth spin Sunny-dance with the serpent, who shot JJ and its my bone The same nigga ridin the train, same nigga with his name on the jacket Switch to chaseable, inhaled the bad bag of that Jason Fell out twice in the basement Straight up and down, yall . |
|
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 Rather Ripped by Sonic Youth |
 Minutes to Midnight by Linkin Park |
 Loyal to the Game by 2Pac |
 Zakiya by Zakiya |
 Years Later by Soulja Slim |
