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Heavy Metal Kings
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Oath Of The Goat
One neighborhood put their [Incomprehensible]on the wall
And then you know, we come in, write next to it
Or cross 'em out and they'll cross us back out
And then it gets into um, you know, maybe a fist fight
And then maybe guys will get knifed behind it
And then shooting, and then someone dies
And you know they might wanna get back at us
And if they do get back at us
Then we might go down and kill two of 'em
Then they'll come back and maybe get one of us
And we'll go back and get two or three more
It just goes on and on, it don't stop
Homie, you can call me hot furnace
Ill Bill, A-K-A Nocturnes
Walk up to you at point blank range and pop burners
Walk away like nothing happened
Walking while I'm clapping
Laughing while I'm talking
Awesome with the Magnum
Spasm with the four-fifth, caution with the asthma
The O-G Kush, we smoke will send your lungs into a spasm
Live fast and we die young, a bunch of live guns
Get your mind flung through space and time
When we rhyme run for the hills
Iron Maiden, die in pain, have your entire society rioting
Flipping over cars violently then fiery, the double gun salute
A hundred guns asking, 'Who the fuck is you?'
We the top tier
You could get your head popped here, stop there
We could earth you and nobody would care
And that's deeper than an unborn in the womb of a prawn
At the bottom of the Indian Ocean in the calm
What's the worst thing you can imagine?
And don't tell me you're a shotgun suicide
I'll say, okay, yeah, shotgun suicide
Now the person hadn't been found for six weeks
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They lived in filth, they were a junkie
They had an animal that was eating them for six weeks
That animal died and then we get called
I'll go anywhere I want, I don't have clearance
Carnivore don't eat anything that don't have parents
I'm jihadist, I go to war with God-fearers
Elohim, Rosicrucians, and cross-bearers
I don't sign up for war, it's no enlistment papers
My hands fast, they pyrotechnic initiators
I don't have any close friends, just distant neighbors
'Cause I don't listen to Christians or crucifixion wavers
I don't listen to anyone that ain't been to war
I don't listen to anyone if they ain't been born
I ain't ever going back to where I been before
And I ain't going fucking back to lose, win or draw
Tell your whole fucking fam Vinnie P a problem
And my four-fifth sick, it got a sneezing problem
It's the Heavy Metal Kings, you know that we a problem
And y'all ain't saying shit, now y'all have a breathing problem, Yeah
Certainly no one wants to be overly-dramatic about it or glorify it
But to be a gang member is to be a soldier in a guerrilla war
For those who fight, it's the war no less dangerous and bloody
Than World War 2 or Vietnam
There is no one enemy but several and these enemies
Are not in some distant land or far-away stronghold
They're across the street, down the road
Up the hill, around the corner, all around
There are field fetched battles
Virtualized combat with large forces
Darkened schoolyards, parks
There's night-time bushwhacking and ambushing
The enemy streaking by in cars, guns blazing
Or taking care of [Incomprehensible]
From some secure vantage point
Or leaping from hiding places with knives, boards or shanks
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