Die (Gorilla Warfare Version)

Lyrics

Kong ft. Monsta Island Czars (ft. Megalon, Egyptian Queen, King Cesar, Spiga, Loch Ness, and Kong) - "Die (Gorilla Warfare Version)" [Emcee(s): Megalon, Egyptian Queen, King Cesar, Spiga, Loch Ness, and Kong] [Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda] [Verse 1: Megalon] .38 take 'em down. Let me see you shake Bounce, nervous breakdowns, shakedown, earthquakes Break the crown, fake smiles make the snakes drown Give 'em bait then vacate the town with a trey pound What type of things should I say now? This ain't a playground People get sprayed and laid down. These days You gotta be brave to stay around, or be in the grave With the same frown—see what I'm saying now? Don't even play around, don't even say a noun. I was Lost, but now I'm found. The underground sound could put a nigga Underground, lighting, thunder the same sound. Every Time I come around, the bums around, so who's running now? I'll run a mile when I run my mouth 'til Allah truth I'm coming South, playing James Brown on a Greyhound Ready to bust, gun in your mouth bang Your brains out, bang your brains out [Verse 2: Egyptian Queen] Descendant of slaves demented by rage, it never pays For days in a cage, your criminals ways. Fuck thugs Tuck slugs official with the violent tissue and kiss you My issue's neurotic, simply psychotic My kind of mind of rhyme is logic, refuse to cry I'm not you, I choose to die. It takes rules to lie Egyptian Queen a sickening fiend for chips And cream, I spit serene, spend days in a daze Of purple haze, a circle maze, praised In many ways, fuck you in general. Subliminal criminal Rap industry, lyrical ministry, shady Entity ending me, niggas is enemies. I'm a remedy For cess craving, sent by Wes Craven to keep hating Debating my life, I'm waiting. Fuck mating and relating I'm taking over nations like Malaysian Haitians A mad creation that loves masturbation, never Change, forever reign through whatever came. Eternal Mind of rhyme never dies, my lines will forever rise [Verse 3: King Cesar] Don't make me come after you and smack you with a hatchet, put your Balls up in a rachet, snatch it off then reattach it Deadly like AIDS and you can catch it, so don't Make me have to cut you like my record when I scratch it Fully animated with ammo that's integrated Passages laminated. Kong? He's the most hated Gorilla thug, but he still show the Monstas and Skrilla love, we're coming off like Michael Jackson's Thriller glove You know what this is, so stop acting That's why you got smacked and pistol-whipped with the MAC-10 For misconstruing fact then, had to Go through MF DOOM and that big nigga Black Ben [Hook: Kong, Spiga, and Loch Ness] (x2) Die, motherfucker, die, motherfucker, die Die, motherfucker, die, motherfucker, die Die, motherfucker, die, motherfucker, die. If it's Do-or-die, nigga. Die, nigga, shots flying, nigga [Verse 4: Spiga] The time Is mine said the Lord while I was easing my mind, freezing the time Seizing my spine, deep in the mind, seeking for rhymes I cannot plead like I'm reaching for nines. He asked "You're having trouble leading the blind? Look at my sheep Picture me making you for nothing—you're bugging, and stop fronting Replaced your heart with the glow of the Ark—now pop something. You got Nothing unless I give it: your food, your job, your kid Your life is a riddle. I pulled you after the middle Catch it before it miss you, fast as a missile, tattoo it Across your chest if you have to, my nizzle, handle your business Murderous ways lead to riches, but X that Grimy in the grass stay in the mud—never forget that" [Verse 5: Loch Ness] What's this all about? Some niggas quick to dig it out. When my Skirt lift, nigga, I'll really piss in your mouth. Now Turn it up around, stick it out, metal dicks move through bounce Fleas on a pimp like, "Where that bugged bitch?" On the prowl. Y'all bloody asshole cats waking up, wondering "How?" Should have thought before you said that. A Guinness Stout My hand-to-hands brawl got you done off now Bitches ran off, unfound, to the land of the lost So many styles went foul. Silence, my child Getting dirt around to the floor down, don't murder my others The fuck you think I thought about y'all? My artifacts From back, heart attacks, so pardon that, black Leave you where you started at, bust through your starter cap. This type Of chick blacks 'til I'm blue, wake up like, "Who's who?" Eyes-closed tactics—son, don't worry, I see you Boobytraps to lead to more facts, snap that acting bitch [Verse 6: Kong] Fuck it Time's up. Watch the meters, sitting on bleachers with Jesus He tried to reach us and teach us, spoken thesis of preachers He reads the pieces of peaces, watch for the leeches on beaches Being held by son, daughters, nephews, and nieces. The preachers Who try to cheat us with devilish features, get deep As beavers, nickel bags of reefers and sneakers Brave face of Cesar, pint, quarts to liters. You try to Run with the leaders, burning breathers. Delinquents, we're never squeezing The reason to season? Watch for the Czars coming through With the heaters on some do-or-die. Die, niggas, believe us