Gunz ‘n’ Swordz

Album cover art for "Gunz ‘n’ Swordz" by Monsta Island Czars

Monsta Island Czars - Rap

Gunz ‘n’ Swordz

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Duration: 2:09

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[Sample (Melody): The New Birth - "Wild Flower"] [Verse 1: Gigan] Don't ever Question my motives unless you want to get rolled over Like locomotives. If you ain't noticed, I'm down to kill Everything in my field like a million locusts. Around here, we use Angers to oaks to blue steel and kill dolgiers Steal with my soldiers—fuck a record deal. Around Here, your flow's only as real as your coke is Stay focused. You're never safe around these parts, big Fishes be getting ate swimming around these sharks. Fuck Around, four-pounds get you found by the narcs in the ground In the park with rounds in your crown and your heart. I've been Down from the start, with guns, hunting the richer Reup your front once niggas coming to get ya, hiding Behind your chickens or under the mixture, coke be the Holy Mother, crack be Christ, and jumbs be the scripture Nuns be the pigeons, police be the swine. Us? We'll be belligerent thugs, and the streets be the shrines Peace be the gods, food that we eat be The cause, slugs be jury and judge, and the heat be The law. Know y'all feeling the rush, wanting The eight, hearing the tape and skills that we bust in Your whip, slapping the wheel with it, cuz. Rap sheet Rules—ain't no rappers realer than us [Verse 2: Megalon] I thought The meaning of life was being a trife type of nigga that'll Pee in your wife like semen, selling ski in the night, squeezing The pipe, broad-day, fleeing the light, eyes leaking, bleeding Speaking to Christ about demons, scheming, reading the Bible Preaching it trife. Thief in the night, Rican to white I'm seeing it's like being deceased with police still reading The rights. I'm still beast in the fights, I'm still sleeping on ice Me and my peoples is Chinese food—duke know me But still eating the rice. Stop killing and eating these Animals—humans are cannibals, we're animals too The truth: deacon are mice. Still, the real Black Geezus Christ with the skills that'll speak, duke. You're seeking the light Coke, crack, jumbs, nuns, police, hustle The streets, peace, food, slugs, judge, heat What if he right?

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Credits

Writers
  • Gigan
  • Megalon
  • X-Ray Da Mindbenda