|
Title: Bars on the Battlefield
Artist: Timid f/ Killah
©2002
[Timid]
[I blaze with a]Flame like an inferno to singe your epidermal
layers melt from the heat dealt, submit to the thermal
stylistic, the mic mystic conjures syllable spells
from an unfillable well, where all thats illable dwells
mad scientific, producing thereoms that's prolific
demote you from promising youth to just a statistic
exist in, paradox of hard knox, nice is attrocious
think you dealing with the timid but attacked by the ferocious[Killa]
Bloody Pyscosis/ bars are flown with hypnosis/
Live nigga rap, cat from Brooklyn is who you flow with/
Semi fire flame, the Killah and Timid spitting dope shit shit/
and you know, New York soldiers bang nigga/
we slashs fags and hang wiggers/
where them slang sisters, slither on concrete to frame misters stitch up your arm from blade blisters/
You only drop written bars, your tracks are worse than Disney’s Pearl Harbor/
You a abortion doctor? So why you walk with body armor/
{Chorus}
keep it moving son, advanced therapy of higher learning/
we on rival turf, no contest like the Jews versus Germans/
let’s reverse time, did yall build pyrimids/
isreali war, new age egytians, pharohs feeling it/
[Timid]
battlefield mentality aim to leave gaps in your dental
essential prejudice protects pros from being sentimental
residential inhabitance at risk of the fall out
direct route, come sick, make this a small bout
no doubt, we ice grillin, givin no sympathy
the elite force move with speed no need for infantry
intimidating with glares, grins, gestures and vocab
lab experiments nab with jabs of the gift to gab
techniques tantilize and turn tragic by trituration
tonsil team play toss tough guys by alliteration
know who you facin', track records and background
do you with no trace and, leave only your sack found
we don't hold back, cause ya conscious to fade to black
an savour the act of carnage [committed] on your whole pack
red dots for all heads in bed with the opposition
twitch from the index re affirms our position
[Killa]
Murderous darts, contained in beams of light/
Shinobi assasins, who attack bastards in the middle of night/
We the last line of defense, black man who ground/
detach your laranx, so we clap cats with no sound/
Heavy metal gunplay/ Priest rape kids too/ oh yeah is that GOD’s way/
but yall donate cream and worship his words every sunday/
yo the Killah don’t play that/ semi fire sprayed rap/
bars and hooks vocab rap, yall think I don’t hold that/
{Chorus}
keep it moving son, advanced therapy of higher learning/
we on rival turf, no contest like the Jews versus Germans/
let’s reverse time, did yall build pyrimids/
isreali war, new age egytians, pharohs feeling it/
|
