Retaliation (clean) Lyrics & Tabs by Jedi Mind Tricks
Retaliation (clean)
guitar chords lyrics
[Verse 1: Jus Allah]
The metal inside the barrel passes
Through the frames in your glasses
Quick passage, leave your dome piece backless
Envision blackness, leave you hatless, fucking capless
Watchin niggas dig the spot where the earth's crack is
Hard to graph like science and math is
The cavemen who don't practice and live backwards
We oxen with streets is watchin
Release shotguns, niggas got Dietz and Watson
Feel no love, no way you shield the slugs
The ill thugs, we box with steel gloves
Doubt my faith, you can taste the slug case
Leaving niggas looking like dogs with the pug face
Even your girl can catch the capsule
Doubt my faith, you can taste the slug case
Leaving niggas looking like dogs with the pug face
Even your girl can catch the capsule
I love pussy but never the bitch that it's attached to
[Chorus: Ikon]
Why you wanna battle wit kids with steel tongues?
Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock rum
85 (the 85%): face the truth, you're too dumb
If retaliation comes yo then fuck it it just comes
Why you wanna battle wit kids with steel tongues?
Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock rum
85 (the 85%): face the truth, you're too dumb
If retaliation comes yo then fuck it it just comes
[Verse 2: Ikon]
We itchin' to kill, that's why we spittin' the real
Stick to the drill and maybe we'll be grippin a mill'
The clip'll expel, dump 'em in a ditch or a hill
'Cause the mother fucker ain't left me shit in his will
And y'all was always sounding like a bitch when you spill
And we the rawest mother fucking clique in the field
So real mother fuckers better recognise real
Or ill muther fuckers gonna exercise skill
Y'all better chill when the Hologram build
Little mother fucker got hands just like steel
Whoever approach me and what i feel
"while u find ya legs bein' replaced by steel"
So y'all better yield or imma choke faggots
My hands held more razorblades than coke addicts
We like to quote facists 'cause we the meanest
And rip off your fingers with the pliers of Chaka Demus
[Chorus]
(Vinne Paz and Jus Allah talking)
