Nubian Metal Lyrics
| Song | Nubian Metal |
| Artist | Blacastan |
| Artist | Stu Bangas |
| Album | Watson & Holmes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Stuart Hudgins | |
| [Verse 1: Celph Titled] | |
| I'm straight jacking in a straight jacket, letting gats flare | |
| My crib not the Player's Club but got plenty MACs there | |
| Slip scripts like pill mills, we the real deal rapper slappers | |
| Get a toe tag and black bag to match it | |
| Took your girl but it's a'ight, she call me "papa bear" | |
| Your studio makes bubble raps so we can get it popping there | |
| When I'm an Hennessy fiend I like to flash that semi thing | |
| And cook the biscuit like Jimmy Dean | |
| Break in your house while you sleep, yeah this dude's scary | |
| Put a pillow over your teeth like the Tooth Fairy | |
| Now all I see is a flurry of feathers (What else?) | |
| A dead mother****er and a smoking Beretta | |
| They say, "Celph wild, he be eating flesh" | |
| But I don't ever die I'm a crash test dummy with GPS | |
| Give a **** if you a Folk or a Crip | |
| The smoke stack from this bomber'll cause a solar eclipse | |
| [Hook: Blacastan] | |
| Nubian metal | |
| Forever war beef never settle | |
| Cock it back and let it bark like Pits in the kennel | |
| There's no love here, only warfare | |
| Letting heads roll, we never fought fair | |
| "Lord have mercy" | |
| **** outta here | |
| [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] | |
| You like Heaven, I like Hell | |
| Y'all ain't got no bars you like a dead cell | |
| I'm Seamus Ryan in '97, ya head swell | |
| Round the whole entire Army up and set sail | |
| I ain't know a human being could be that frail | |
| That pussy and that suckerish, that stale | |
| I ain't know it was wackness on such a vast scale | |
| I ain't notice the tragicness of the rat's tail | |
| I had to fight through adversity like a black male | |
| I had to perform a surgery with the black nail | |
| I can see the uncertainty through a black veil | |
| I bleed blood that's burgundy, you's is pastel | |
| (Some arts and crafts mother****ers) | |
| Hard rock, Vinnie crush boulders | |
| I've been carrying y'all too long, hunched shoulders | |
| Talking 'bout Crystal drinking crushed Foldgers | |
| Iron Mike '87 god crush [?] | |
| [Hook: Blacastan] | |
| Nubian metal | |
| Forever war beef never settle | |
| Cock it back and let it bark like Pits in the kennel | |
| There's no love here, only warfare | |
| Letting heads roll, we never fought fair | |
| "Lord have mercy" | |
| **** outta here | |
| [Verse 3: Blacastan] | |
| My tools burst, plus the knife work | |
| Wanted to hustle but I had to quit school first | |
| I made rhyming my life, word to Kool Herc | |
| [?] and threw ten right through your shirt | |
| Run up in your crib, Rob the Base, that's EZ Rock | |
| My disguise, long beard like the ZZ Top | |
| Let the beat knock, feel it that's that 80s rock | |
| Hit the block with a sock full of crazy rock | |
| Moon craters, long guns remove haters | |
| Cream joints rolling dust in a doobie paper | |
| This that easy writer in a brown package | |
| We rap lords, we rhyme masters | |
| Leaving niggas laid out like Craftmatics | |
| We acknowledge the knowledge god, that's mathematics | |
| You can add on or you can build on it | |
| If you love your script you can get killed on it | |
| I leave bodies where I live like Gacey's crib | |
| Crime fiend like the lake where Jason live | |
| Horrifying make you convert like Ma\$e done did | |
| Making rappers cross over like Jason Kidd |
| zuo qu : Stuart Hudgins | |
| Verse 1: Celph Titled | |
| I' m straight jacking in a straight jacket, letting gats flare | |
| My crib not the Player' s Club but got plenty MACs there | |
| Slip scripts like pill mills, we the real deal rapper slappers | |
| Get a toe tag and black bag to match it | |
| Took your girl but it' s a' ight, she call me " papa bear" | |
| Your studio makes bubble raps so we can get it popping there | |
| When I' m an Hennessy fiend I like to flash that semi thing | |
| And cook the biscuit like Jimmy Dean | |
| Break in your house while you sleep, yeah this dude' s scary | |
| Put a pillow over your teeth like the Tooth Fairy | |
| Now all I see is a flurry of feathers What else? | |
| A dead mother er and a smoking Beretta | |
| They say, " Celph wild, he be eating flesh" | |
| But I don' t ever die I' m a crash test dummy with GPS | |
| Give a if you a Folk or a Crip | |
| The smoke stack from this bomber' ll cause a solar eclipse | |
| Hook: Blacastan | |
| Nubian metal | |
| Forever war beef never settle | |
| Cock it back and let it bark like Pits in the kennel | |
| There' s no love here, only warfare | |
| Letting heads roll, we never fought fair | |
| " Lord have mercy" | |
| outta here | |
| Verse 2: Vinnie Paz | |
| You like Heaven, I like Hell | |
| Y' all ain' t got no bars you like a dead cell | |
| I' m Seamus Ryan in ' 97, ya head swell | |
| Round the whole entire Army up and set sail | |
| I ain' t know a human being could be that frail | |
| That pussy and that suckerish, that stale | |
| I ain' t know it was wackness on such a vast scale | |
| I ain' t notice the tragicness of the rat' s tail | |
| I had to fight through adversity like a black male | |
| I had to perform a surgery with the black nail | |
| I can see the uncertainty through a black veil | |
| I bleed blood that' s burgundy, you' s is pastel | |
| Some arts and crafts mother ers | |
| Hard rock, Vinnie crush boulders | |
| I' ve been carrying y' all too long, hunched shoulders | |
| Talking ' bout Crystal drinking crushed Foldgers | |
| Iron Mike ' 87 god crush ? | |
| Hook: Blacastan | |
| Nubian metal | |
| Forever war beef never settle | |
| Cock it back and let it bark like Pits in the kennel | |
| There' s no love here, only warfare | |
| Letting heads roll, we never fought fair | |
| " Lord have mercy" | |
| outta here | |
| Verse 3: Blacastan | |
| My tools burst, plus the knife work | |
| Wanted to hustle but I had to quit school first | |
| I made rhyming my life, word to Kool Herc | |
| ? and threw ten right through your shirt | |
| Run up in your crib, Rob the Base, that' s EZ Rock | |
| My disguise, long beard like the ZZ Top | |
| Let the beat knock, feel it that' s that 80s rock | |
| Hit the block with a sock full of crazy rock | |
| Moon craters, long guns remove haters | |
| Cream joints rolling dust in a doobie paper | |
| This that easy writer in a brown package | |
| We rap lords, we rhyme masters | |
| Leaving niggas laid out like Craftmatics | |
| We acknowledge the knowledge god, that' s mathematics | |
| You can add on or you can build on it | |
| If you love your script you can get killed on it | |
| I leave bodies where I live like Gacey' s crib | |
| Crime fiend like the lake where Jason live | |
| Horrifying make you convert like Ma e done did | |
| Making rappers cross over like Jason Kidd |
| zuò qǔ : Stuart Hudgins | |
| Verse 1: Celph Titled | |
| I' m straight jacking in a straight jacket, letting gats flare | |
| My crib not the Player' s Club but got plenty MACs there | |
| Slip scripts like pill mills, we the real deal rapper slappers | |
| Get a toe tag and black bag to match it | |
| Took your girl but it' s a' ight, she call me " papa bear" | |
| Your studio makes bubble raps so we can get it popping there | |
| When I' m an Hennessy fiend I like to flash that semi thing | |
| And cook the biscuit like Jimmy Dean | |
| Break in your house while you sleep, yeah this dude' s scary | |
| Put a pillow over your teeth like the Tooth Fairy | |
| Now all I see is a flurry of feathers What else? | |
| A dead mother er and a smoking Beretta | |
| They say, " Celph wild, he be eating flesh" | |
| But I don' t ever die I' m a crash test dummy with GPS | |
| Give a if you a Folk or a Crip | |
| The smoke stack from this bomber' ll cause a solar eclipse | |
| Hook: Blacastan | |
| Nubian metal | |
| Forever war beef never settle | |
| Cock it back and let it bark like Pits in the kennel | |
| There' s no love here, only warfare | |
| Letting heads roll, we never fought fair | |
| " Lord have mercy" | |
| outta here | |
| Verse 2: Vinnie Paz | |
| You like Heaven, I like Hell | |
| Y' all ain' t got no bars you like a dead cell | |
| I' m Seamus Ryan in ' 97, ya head swell | |
| Round the whole entire Army up and set sail | |
| I ain' t know a human being could be that frail | |
| That pussy and that suckerish, that stale | |
| I ain' t know it was wackness on such a vast scale | |
| I ain' t notice the tragicness of the rat' s tail | |
| I had to fight through adversity like a black male | |
| I had to perform a surgery with the black nail | |
| I can see the uncertainty through a black veil | |
| I bleed blood that' s burgundy, you' s is pastel | |
| Some arts and crafts mother ers | |
| Hard rock, Vinnie crush boulders | |
| I' ve been carrying y' all too long, hunched shoulders | |
| Talking ' bout Crystal drinking crushed Foldgers | |
| Iron Mike ' 87 god crush ? | |
| Hook: Blacastan | |
| Nubian metal | |
| Forever war beef never settle | |
| Cock it back and let it bark like Pits in the kennel | |
| There' s no love here, only warfare | |
| Letting heads roll, we never fought fair | |
| " Lord have mercy" | |
| outta here | |
| Verse 3: Blacastan | |
| My tools burst, plus the knife work | |
| Wanted to hustle but I had to quit school first | |
| I made rhyming my life, word to Kool Herc | |
| ? and threw ten right through your shirt | |
| Run up in your crib, Rob the Base, that' s EZ Rock | |
| My disguise, long beard like the ZZ Top | |
| Let the beat knock, feel it that' s that 80s rock | |
| Hit the block with a sock full of crazy rock | |
| Moon craters, long guns remove haters | |
| Cream joints rolling dust in a doobie paper | |
| This that easy writer in a brown package | |
| We rap lords, we rhyme masters | |
| Leaving niggas laid out like Craftmatics | |
| We acknowledge the knowledge god, that' s mathematics | |
| You can add on or you can build on it | |
| If you love your script you can get killed on it | |
| I leave bodies where I live like Gacey' s crib | |
| Crime fiend like the lake where Jason live | |
| Horrifying make you convert like Ma e done did | |
| Making rappers cross over like Jason Kidd |
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