Текст песни Masta Killa - Last Drink

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[Intro: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)] After this drink.. we-we-we.. Now become sworn enemies! Huh-huh, after this drink, we Now become sworn enemies! Sworn enemies! (Uh, yeah, come on, come on, come on, pick your gun up Come on, come on, come on, salute nigga Real cats) [Hook: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)] After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! (Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on) After this drink.. (Come on, come on, come on, come on, yea Yeah, real warriors style) [Masta Killa] Hear the crowd start holla Stepped on stage in the wallabee clark Mic check sound correct, so vivid Like I'm stepping out the speaker, streets taught Never leave an enemy behind, when he goes He might strike again another time I came home from the warhead, fucked up From the things that I saw Women that were kinning me, slept with the enemy General strayed, the ghost seemed tempting They were deceive, what they were promised, was never received I cock aim, squeeze the gun at M.C.'s Not for a dollar, not for the fame Not for you to holler, or shout the god name A risen one from the slums, speaks with authority The dart well flourish, the wise pursuit wisdom The fools soon parish.. [Hook: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)] After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! (Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Yeah, yeah, get your gun ready) After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! (Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Yeah, what, come on, what, yeah, uh-huh) [Masta Killa] Ahh... this is born everlasting The style came blastin', through your component Makin' ya'll want it, but ya'll can't clone it Deliver to the booth, the truth is so raw Hard to the core, wild as a boar A lion like roar, forty day tour Through the Singapore, boat with the ore Struck a nerve when he heard the words so clear His heart was hardened, by the lies and deceit Then came a beat as rare as leap year Sparked something inside that made him wanna ride And go cop the tape, he searched for, for years Like an old beat break, Hypnotic on ice Chillin', he drankin', Armored Truck tankin' Crowd charmer, it's the Iron Mic bomber Piercing through your armor, bad news that you can't diffuse Short fuse, you know we can't lose [Hook: kung fu sample (Masta Killa)] After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! (Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on) After this drink, we, we now become sworn enemies! (Come on, come on, come on -- come on, come on, come on) [Masta Killa] Ahh, see the God light so bright, I hoodied up the sun to glow Few lines from the mindstate, create fat tapes to go From the present day, let's motivate The universe borns itself, I just insist in the action Testin' in the land of lust, stood firm, in the God I trust Met hate at the gate, grieve, no need Jealously took his head, and then fled Bangin' in your walkman, live from New York, in One instance, look, clone from existence Ride like a crocodile on the death row The Iron Mic poem.. [Hook: Masta Killa] Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, uh Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah, ahh, yea.. [Outro: sample from "Cheers"] Making your way in the world today, takes everything you've got Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot Wouldn't you like to get away, get away, get away..

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