Ol' Time Killin' Lyrics
| Song | Ol' Time Killin' |
| Artist | Kardinal Offishall |
| Album | Quest for Fire: Firestarter, Vol. 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Downey, Harrow, Phillips | |
| 作词 : Parker | |
| INTRO (Korry Deez) | |
| E'rebody ah talk 'bout sound killing | |
| When they dun know, we are original sound killer | |
| Fassyhole you know we | |
| Anytime we start dance-dance a fi lock | |
| Girl follow back a we | |
| We have e'rething pon cock | |
| Can't chant to we | |
| We start dance from 19-o-long | |
| Pick a only firefighter a we collect | |
| A dub plate we have | |
| Anytime we drop Kardinal, IRS and Wio | |
| A blood clot big tune dat | |
| (Kardinal Offishall) | |
| Yes | |
| Oh me oh me oh my (what) | |
| Them a try run Mr. Kardi-ni, flavours you can't deny (what) | |
| 'Cause them Circle cats rhyme so fly | |
| Them tracks stay do or die and (what) as (what) | |
| When them write a murder song before a cats can't turn around | |
| I jump and beg for they live (what) | |
| Lick off a style, me-a-fi put dem all back | |
| Rap from T-dot to the Bronx and Bricks and come back | |
| (Will you wake me up?) | |
| (Wio-K) | |
| If an emcee step outta line,I feel them affi get cut up | |
| But up, lick up, fist up, sound get brek up | |
| Beat up and kick up until they boy start hiccup | |
| (Girlfriend what's your name?) | |
| How ya look, so sweet with your horse legs acting like you're strange | |
| It's full time, now you come off on dat range | |
| My name's Wio, bareback rhyming in the plains | |
| (Allistair) | |
| Blessin' this, effortless, mess with this, eff with this | |
| If you think you got a chance to dance with your devilish messages | |
| Stressing this can only lead to battery | |
| You rattle me, request to battle me I take as flattery | |
| I see ya, grip your bible,I'm the lyrically homicidal idol | |
| Who's liable to take your title with a single recital, it's vital | |
| You respect the steez, I get vexed with ease | |
| Don't make me ask you to respect me please | |
| CHORUS (Jully Black & BlackKat?) | |
| It's an old time, ol' time killing | |
| We a deal with, run and get your money clip | |
| For another day in another way | |
| De man dem, nuh take the ray ray | |
| We are a murderahs | |
| "The MC..." <-- KRS-One | |
| Killas...murder | |
| "Murder she wrote" <-- Chaka Demur & Pliers | |
| "Murderers" <-- Barringon Levy | |
| "When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" <-- Major Mackrel | |
| (BlackKat) | |
| Yo, 1-8-7 | |
| Cold blood I meant to do it ruthless | |
| Knew it was murder since Da Grassroots produced it | |
| Now we got some ax-murderers upon the track | |
| Burning murder onto wax | |
| So you can witness the attack, it's Black... Kat | |
| The nigga who writes to burn flavour | |
| So hype the Source should give us 5 mics and 2 turntables | |
| We spitting this with beats so ridiculous | |
| And rhyme style limitless, let's see if they can get with this | |
| (Kardinal Offishall) | |
| Wio - you're crazy, your tough talk don't amaze me | |
| Imaginary gats busting just don't faze me | |
| Lick a shot, wave your flag, gunfinga in the air | |
| Headstone on your 12" says Mr. Kardinal and the Monolith was there | |
| From '94 to now, the beats run wild in the East | |
| Leaving 'nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers that's made for 5-0 | |
| Babylon fi get dust and let my people dem go | |
| CHORUS | |
| (Kardinal Offishall) | |
| Call me a sound (killa), gut (filla), rhyme (spilla) | |
| Don't date vanilla, hip hop guerilla | |
| Mind (chilla), don't drink Miller Lite | |
| Night thrilla, spite might fill ya | |
| Bite and you invite with a recite to kill ya | |
| (Wio -K) | |
| The tox licker, shot licker | |
| Girls flock quicker, since my crop got bigger | |
| Get yanked like a glock trigger, just to make the plot thicker | |
| Girls got thicker, I'm run up in the spot quicker | |
| (Don't let them watch me so) | |
| I'm the nigga your son really wants to chill with and know | |
| You must think it's me that make that nigga act so | |
| Vexed 'cause your church friends gossip on the low | |
| (Wio - let me say) | |
| Now for the people who don't know what's gwaning | |
| They sleeping on the whole city, stretching in your heart | |
| Not knowing that T-dot's about to shake your ass out your dreams | |
| So (wake up) before you end up in a pine box | |
| Seen | |
| CHORUS | |
| "When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" <-- Major Mackrel | |
| You better run go and get your money clip | |
| (Jully Black) | |
| Run go get your money clip | |
| Run go get your money clip | |
| The emcee killa, killa killa |
| zuo qu : Downey, Harrow, Phillips | |
| zuo ci : Parker | |
| INTRO Korry Deez | |
| E' rebody ah talk ' bout sound killing | |
| When they dun know, we are original sound killer | |
| Fassyhole you know we | |
| Anytime we start dancedance a fi lock | |
| Girl follow back a we | |
| We have e' rething pon cock | |
| Can' t chant to we | |
| We start dance from 19olong | |
| Pick a only firefighter a we collect | |
| A dub plate we have | |
| Anytime we drop Kardinal, IRS and Wio | |
| A blood clot big tune dat | |
| Kardinal Offishall | |
| Yes | |
| Oh me oh me oh my what | |
| Them a try run Mr. Kardini, flavours you can' t deny what | |
| ' Cause them Circle cats rhyme so fly | |
| Them tracks stay do or die and what as what | |
| When them write a murder song before a cats can' t turn around | |
| I jump and beg for they live what | |
| Lick off a style, meafi put dem all back | |
| Rap from Tdot to the Bronx and Bricks and come back | |
| Will you wake me up? | |
| WioK | |
| If an emcee step outta line, I feel them affi get cut up | |
| But up, lick up, fist up, sound get brek up | |
| Beat up and kick up until they boy start hiccup | |
| Girlfriend what' s your name? | |
| How ya look, so sweet with your horse legs acting like you' re strange | |
| It' s full time, now you come off on dat range | |
| My name' s Wio, bareback rhyming in the plains | |
| Allistair | |
| Blessin' this, effortless, mess with this, eff with this | |
| If you think you got a chance to dance with your devilish messages | |
| Stressing this can only lead to battery | |
| You rattle me, request to battle me I take as flattery | |
| I see ya, grip your bible, I' m the lyrically homicidal idol | |
| Who' s liable to take your title with a single recital, it' s vital | |
| You respect the steez, I get vexed with ease | |
| Don' t make me ask you to respect me please | |
| CHORUS Jully Black BlackKat? | |
| It' s an old time, ol' time killing | |
| We a deal with, run and get your money clip | |
| For another day in another way | |
| De man dem, nuh take the ray ray | |
| We are a murderahs | |
| " The MC..." KRSOne | |
| Killas... murder | |
| " Murder she wrote" Chaka Demur Pliers | |
| " Murderers" Barringon Levy | |
| " When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" Major Mackrel | |
| BlackKat | |
| Yo, 187 | |
| Cold blood I meant to do it ruthless | |
| Knew it was murder since Da Grassroots produced it | |
| Now we got some axmurderers upon the track | |
| Burning murder onto wax | |
| So you can witness the attack, it' s Black... Kat | |
| The nigga who writes to burn flavour | |
| So hype the Source should give us 5 mics and 2 turntables | |
| We spitting this with beats so ridiculous | |
| And rhyme style limitless, let' s see if they can get with this | |
| Kardinal Offishall | |
| Wio you' re crazy, your tough talk don' t amaze me | |
| Imaginary gats busting just don' t faze me | |
| Lick a shot, wave your flag, gunfinga in the air | |
| Headstone on your 12" says Mr. Kardinal and the Monolith was there | |
| From ' 94 to now, the beats run wild in the East | |
| Leaving ' nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers that' s made for 50 | |
| Babylon fi get dust and let my people dem go | |
| CHORUS | |
| Kardinal Offishall | |
| Call me a sound killa, gut filla, rhyme spilla | |
| Don' t date vanilla, hip hop guerilla | |
| Mind chilla, don' t drink Miller Lite | |
| Night thrilla, spite might fill ya | |
| Bite and you invite with a recite to kill ya | |
| Wio K | |
| The tox licker, shot licker | |
| Girls flock quicker, since my crop got bigger | |
| Get yanked like a glock trigger, just to make the plot thicker | |
| Girls got thicker, I' m run up in the spot quicker | |
| Don' t let them watch me so | |
| I' m the nigga your son really wants to chill with and know | |
| You must think it' s me that make that nigga act so | |
| Vexed ' cause your church friends gossip on the low | |
| Wio let me say | |
| Now for the people who don' t know what' s gwaning | |
| They sleeping on the whole city, stretching in your heart | |
| Not knowing that Tdot' s about to shake your ass out your dreams | |
| So wake up before you end up in a pine box | |
| Seen | |
| CHORUS | |
| " When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" Major Mackrel | |
| You better run go and get your money clip | |
| Jully Black | |
| Run go get your money clip | |
| Run go get your money clip | |
| The emcee killa, killa killa |
| zuò qǔ : Downey, Harrow, Phillips | |
| zuò cí : Parker | |
| INTRO Korry Deez | |
| E' rebody ah talk ' bout sound killing | |
| When they dun know, we are original sound killer | |
| Fassyhole you know we | |
| Anytime we start dancedance a fi lock | |
| Girl follow back a we | |
| We have e' rething pon cock | |
| Can' t chant to we | |
| We start dance from 19olong | |
| Pick a only firefighter a we collect | |
| A dub plate we have | |
| Anytime we drop Kardinal, IRS and Wio | |
| A blood clot big tune dat | |
| Kardinal Offishall | |
| Yes | |
| Oh me oh me oh my what | |
| Them a try run Mr. Kardini, flavours you can' t deny what | |
| ' Cause them Circle cats rhyme so fly | |
| Them tracks stay do or die and what as what | |
| When them write a murder song before a cats can' t turn around | |
| I jump and beg for they live what | |
| Lick off a style, meafi put dem all back | |
| Rap from Tdot to the Bronx and Bricks and come back | |
| Will you wake me up? | |
| WioK | |
| If an emcee step outta line, I feel them affi get cut up | |
| But up, lick up, fist up, sound get brek up | |
| Beat up and kick up until they boy start hiccup | |
| Girlfriend what' s your name? | |
| How ya look, so sweet with your horse legs acting like you' re strange | |
| It' s full time, now you come off on dat range | |
| My name' s Wio, bareback rhyming in the plains | |
| Allistair | |
| Blessin' this, effortless, mess with this, eff with this | |
| If you think you got a chance to dance with your devilish messages | |
| Stressing this can only lead to battery | |
| You rattle me, request to battle me I take as flattery | |
| I see ya, grip your bible, I' m the lyrically homicidal idol | |
| Who' s liable to take your title with a single recital, it' s vital | |
| You respect the steez, I get vexed with ease | |
| Don' t make me ask you to respect me please | |
| CHORUS Jully Black BlackKat? | |
| It' s an old time, ol' time killing | |
| We a deal with, run and get your money clip | |
| For another day in another way | |
| De man dem, nuh take the ray ray | |
| We are a murderahs | |
| " The MC..." KRSOne | |
| Killas... murder | |
| " Murder she wrote" Chaka Demur Pliers | |
| " Murderers" Barringon Levy | |
| " When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" Major Mackrel | |
| BlackKat | |
| Yo, 187 | |
| Cold blood I meant to do it ruthless | |
| Knew it was murder since Da Grassroots produced it | |
| Now we got some axmurderers upon the track | |
| Burning murder onto wax | |
| So you can witness the attack, it' s Black... Kat | |
| The nigga who writes to burn flavour | |
| So hype the Source should give us 5 mics and 2 turntables | |
| We spitting this with beats so ridiculous | |
| And rhyme style limitless, let' s see if they can get with this | |
| Kardinal Offishall | |
| Wio you' re crazy, your tough talk don' t amaze me | |
| Imaginary gats busting just don' t faze me | |
| Lick a shot, wave your flag, gunfinga in the air | |
| Headstone on your 12" says Mr. Kardinal and the Monolith was there | |
| From ' 94 to now, the beats run wild in the East | |
| Leaving ' nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers that' s made for 50 | |
| Babylon fi get dust and let my people dem go | |
| CHORUS | |
| Kardinal Offishall | |
| Call me a sound killa, gut filla, rhyme spilla | |
| Don' t date vanilla, hip hop guerilla | |
| Mind chilla, don' t drink Miller Lite | |
| Night thrilla, spite might fill ya | |
| Bite and you invite with a recite to kill ya | |
| Wio K | |
| The tox licker, shot licker | |
| Girls flock quicker, since my crop got bigger | |
| Get yanked like a glock trigger, just to make the plot thicker | |
| Girls got thicker, I' m run up in the spot quicker | |
| Don' t let them watch me so | |
| I' m the nigga your son really wants to chill with and know | |
| You must think it' s me that make that nigga act so | |
| Vexed ' cause your church friends gossip on the low | |
| Wio let me say | |
| Now for the people who don' t know what' s gwaning | |
| They sleeping on the whole city, stretching in your heart | |
| Not knowing that Tdot' s about to shake your ass out your dreams | |
| So wake up before you end up in a pine box | |
| Seen | |
| CHORUS | |
| " When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" Major Mackrel | |
| You better run go and get your money clip | |
| Jully Black | |
| Run go get your money clip | |
| Run go get your money clip | |
| The emcee killa, killa killa |
Similar Songs
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)