Endless Counter-Attack

Lyrics
Going underground. I travel to the depths Fighting tooth and nail - a battle to the death Kick him in ass. Smack him in the face Take it to the stage. Pack 'em in the place Straddling the line. Picking up an axe Burning down the house. Ripping up the wax Bleeding from the nose. I throw the coup de grace A certain set of skills to show 'em who's the boss Flew across the seven seas with weapons for a sinful session Just before I burned the city down I asked a simplе question… What time, what time, what timе is it? It's time to let you know who you're fucking with Bass for your face and adds max fuel to the subwoofer Grabs the medulla. You betcha. Fool, I'm Abdullah The Butcher Get the picture? I'm pushing 'em. Bashing 'em. Check. Necks snapping echoed A palm smack. Electrodes made to explode on contact Next episode Review the train of thought Grew to hate the law Ooh, I like it raw Mood to bang a gong Buddha's sacred song I knew the wait was long It's rude to make 'em yawn Who will take the pawn? You should make a bomb To the break of dawn To a certain extent Buried in dirt and cement Word. How many styles can one person invent? With raw sound factors. C'mon now. Calm down rappers and dirty Dog pound trackers attacked with compound fractures and shit Suckers polishing an old brass knob Bugging out like a stone wack job Nastier than a gross fat slob Kiddies gonna say 'whoa' - Black Rob Meditate as the thought rotates Violating that's not OK Coming back with a hot showcase Lousy-ass rappers got no bass Tick-tock. I'm on time like a Swiss clock Tick-tick. A bouquet of flowers for Slick Rick Gentle nudge. I'm judgmental. I embody snobby thoughts Got this ungodly hobby locked and so your sloppy copy's mocked I'm strictly sticking with the old school "Ladi Dadi" talk I'll block a raw karate chop. It's the body-body rock Treacherous. Rap madness incarnate taking target practice
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Credits
- Writers
- Buck 65