Winged Assassins

Lyrics

[Intro: Boob Bronx] Yeah, this still your name, right All day and night, Bronx Yeah! Load up! Yeah! [Verse 1: Boob Bronx] Landmark dump off without dropping a landshark Damn sharp damn right, ain't no rush They feeling themselves like Goldust Oh yeah 'til the guard showed up Yeah! Yuh! Drop it heavy like a gold truck Weigh 'em up, this weight class is rough They gon' bite if you bark too much I'm usually in the dark working on my art These boys light, keep me in the dark about it Let's not talk about it, peace and love Yeah! Emoji with the shoulder shrug Don't compare me, don't you dare, B Yeah! We ain't put together with the same assembly Quitе simply keep your chin up Do some chin-ups, everything I'm landing on thе mark I'ma get 'em out the famine, safe landing [Chorus: Ras Kass] Black hand grenade The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Black hand grenade The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Black hand grenade The kids the dog, everybody dying, no lying Black hand grenade The kids the dog, everybody dying, no lying [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Look, you the muhfuckin' Tin Man Bullets measured in a straight line like a wingspan That's my ahki, that's my brother, that's my fuckin' kinsman Old heads beatin' young boys over flim-flam We run through you like Bo Jackson Muhfuckas aim for the wig and it's no cappin' Look, I got goons and they Cro-Magnon What the fuck the point of a safety with no action? I will ride on whoever Pain is temporary, pride is forever Why I had to ask you for my bread back? I ain't shootin' dice, that's a muhfuckin' headcrack You mixed up and the bowl dirty Can't tie his own shoelaces and the boy thirty And why would I even bother to brawl? The bigger they are, the harder they fall, stupid! [Chorus: Ras Kass] Black hand grenade The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Black hand grenade The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Black hand grenade The kids the dog, everybody dying, no lying Black hand grenade The kids the dog, everybody dying, no lying [Verse 3: Ras Kass] Gangsters on rooftops kicking rap lines My whole life look like Super Bowl halftime My cousin touched more keys than Mozart, I'm talking Ozark Season 4 arc Black light make the teeth and the white tee glow dark That's all you'll see before the volts spark at your heart Apo's at the barbershop, he don't want no part Turn young ass into old farts (Sheesh!) I rock with Pazzy like we related That's my brother, we was born and got separated He held Philly, I held L.A. and demonstrated Knowledge of self and at the same times, we regulated That's an unusual movie, doozy I might rock a kufi holding a mini Uzi Salam alaykum, police reform, that's a lot in bacon No Allah when the nature of the beast is unsacred (Uh) These dudes' bars is basic Should tie your dreads to a spaceship and give you a facelift (Woo!) Literally peeling caps, no cap, I stay fitted with dope raps Player [Chorus: Ras Kass] Black hand grenade The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Black hand grenade The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Black hand grenade The kids the dog, everybody dying, no lying Black hand grenade The kids the dog, everybody dying, no lying [Outro: Ras Kass] Razzy, Pazzy You know how we do Black hand grenade