[Instrumental]
Vertaling: Moordenaar. Spoed van lig.
Brainstorm microphone napalm This is it, words from a time bomb Attack speed, fast as an F-fifteen Raise the heat, light the gasoline Overload, it might
as he began to run I grab my nine; it's time them niggas took a loss Put on my mask, and turn the fuckin' lights off See, speeded up, right beside, and
of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words are the candles Light it up, make a wish and them angels
Buddha monk? (yes, sir) I want you to show and prove the powers that the ? ? ? Are you ready ? ? ? (yes, sir) *army soldier marching chant begins* Pick up the pace! *army chanting speeds
and tigers and bears) (lions and tigers and bears) Prepare for the war, check it (lions and tigers and bears) [buddha monk] My creation comes from a style, abominations Assassination
first The thump curse, it's the curse of the pump The one to dump last is the first to get slumped The mental temptation, mental assassination My heart
a coma I ain't playing and I ain't laughing cause I'm passive Just looking blasting just like I'm on the lose I'm crazy assassin (nigga) {hook: juicy
Brainstorm microphone napalm This is it, words from a timebomb Attack speed, fast as an F15 Raise the heat, light thhe gasoline Overload, it might cause
street A furious rider of death Acceleration fast devastation Potential assassin on wheels A firebird of steel in the speed of light Flying like a dagger
murderers all the time I close my eyes and turn into vapors Smokin' blunts in the Bible papers My mind travels at light speed 'Cuz I speed in the fast
'em in the trenches oh be the first one to mention. Tell 'em the religion. Before I get sentence to life man bring 'em to strike, bring 'em to the light
