Knockin at Your Door

Lyrics

[Verse 1: U-God] You asked for the rap action, pack satisfaction Snatch over batch, kiss the grand dragon I'm tramplin', the Mac spittin', head champion Back draft, crash landin' Last man standin' All aboard, he's full of swords, chords of confusion Killa breed guarantee, the guillotine execution Revolution, air pollution, new brew, a diva Fairy beaver, meat cleaver, fever, curry speaker Sweet creature heard me knockin', dirty rockin', jockin' One stand, wordy sturdy, shell shockin' Unlocked, he fell through the flurry, hurry, don't worry Cherry blow, go a yardball, rip a hardcore right [Chorus: U-God] Someone knockin at the door Somebody brining it swell Y'all really want the fuckin war Golden Arms bringing it swell Somebody knockin at the door Somebody bringin it swell Young guns down for the cause Golden Arms bringin it swell [Verse 2: Letha Face] Blast off, Magnum force, stagger from thoughts Burn em and scorch, german imports adapt to the sport Smash your corpse like elevator death, hell raiser tecs Shells fade the vest it dwells in the plate in your chest Face is stretched from wastin' your breath Scrapin' your flesh, patriot blessed warzone No escapin' the death snake, you inject venom from poison glands Voice scans destroy man, the only survival-if the recoil jams Boths hands in pyrex measuring cups Beretta bust permanent headrush By the illustrious Infamous, self destruct 12 bomb mechanisms Expertism shuts down your power plant systems [Chorus: U-God] Somebody rockin hardcore Sombody bringin it swell Y'all really want the fuckin war Golden Arms bringin it swell Somebody rockin hardcore Somebody bringin it swell Somebody rockin hardcore Golden Arms bringin it swell [Verse 3: U-God] Titanium meth Drainin em, crainium crack Strainin your back Liad flat, play rap limpin Disco daddy caddy shack Glad he back, novelty size Swallow me in poverty pimpin Finger lickin hood stricken Muffle detect slide Shuffle the deck muscle respect, good riddance Rag time jab through 36 pistons jerk your wrist in, friction Crash y'all, since you a fast baller Gas at last your ass whipping Ask canned equipment Risky district sound effect Kickbox to get lift the gold shipment The utmost control, cut close, demolish track Polish my knaps Now get sufficiently twisted Guys on top Want you despise out the meisor The cryptar bricks hit em' Rip torn to bits, got flipped shredded, then chipped on the dicer [Chorus: U-God] Someone knockin at the door Someone bringin it swell Y'all niggas really want the war Golden Arms bringin it swell Y'all want the fuckin hardcore Golden Arms bringin it swell Young guns out for the cause Golden Arms ringin the bell Bell, bell, bell, bell, bell...