To The Death

Lyrics

[Testo di "To The Death" ft. Phase 2 & Sean] [Strofa 1: Phase 2] Things now go as races oh hell what a race is? Engages my phases on multiple stages We run in the pages for ages how age She was when our rage was shot for my phrases Sort alike a million deadly, steadily, readily Talking in your chest so the blood runs fresh Was straight in your artery when was still a part of me I need a heart, i need a heart, I need desire give me a strategy It sums my love, my life, my pain, my strife My girl and my wife so ain't thrown left and right My figure's trying to shake I'm wigglin' and I'm speakin' I'm makin' it down I hope my croak go for broken crocus smoke, now how that sound? It's hard to who figured he's bigger than my baby's figure So i figure that i do how do you then nigga Sparing upon my songs my songs I gotta chose that's the instructions to demon [Ritornello: Phase 2] To the to the death Armageddon To the end of voice's freedom [Strofa 2: Neffa] Questo è dedicato ad ogni fiacco MC Tipico finto, cacioso baduì Persi dall'artefice del non ve n'è, riconosci Snef Se sputa quel qui chi c'è Quando smisto, freestyle di bella Ti rimando a scuola col microfono nella cartella Stilo, dopa al chilo, quando sfilo Nessuno può negare che vi ho il pelo I Messaggeri col vocabolo Non si tocca, non si ciuccia Sta a cuccia, tu sei il diavolo E come sopra suona bene chico, yo È serio più di un tot Profondo come Jacques Costeau nell'oceano E dal momento che mi alleno È garantito, non mi puoi tirare scemo Quindi levati dal palco, mo è meglio che scendi Sfida 'sto guaglione, le mazzate che prendi Chico Snef, uh, bella lì Sentimi sul loop, yes, yes, ah, oui, oui Suddito del funk, ciciuì, e mo lo sai Sopra questo beat da crociera, vai Quando, vez, smazzo il meglio, l'MC-C piange Definisco il suono di un guaglione, spinge Io rimo a trentamila volts: se tocchi, muori Pace al mio guaglione Phase, e vado fuori [Ritornello: Phase 2] To the to the death Armageddon To the end of voice's freedom [Strofa 3: Sean] Twenty-four, a little nigga from the skirts of Cape Town Spoke from all around Hardcore soul even more than before Hip-hop protection, a mission against contagious motherfuckers I'm the number one and it'll never end in drama for the suckers A drama supernatural bring powers to the unethical (?) What you say, g? I'll bless your fucking ass if you don't pay me Six months I've survived with suicide on my mind just too blind Too blind to see the devil right behind me He knows always where to find me, he see the motherfuckers on my soul So i'm living in a black hole Stricly hip hop business, connection to the bone Knocking niggas out, sendin' punk ass niggas to the death Yo, I take a deep breath 1996 back in studio with my man Snefs Flowing like the ocean Unbelievable sensation comes on your system Really can't resist them you too [Ritornello: Phase 2] To the to the death Armageddon To the end of voice's freedom