Cappadonna
The Pillage
Pump Your Fist
[Killa Bamz]
Uhh, yeah, what, uhh yeah
Darts are armored war, stampede the bomb crease
Seek for levels, alibi havin rebels
Displayed the competition, pronounced in a state of remission
Conversation about this kid Killa Bamz
We on defense, man to man
Location Shaolin, New York, and ain't nothin to talk
We walk your dogs son, economic sound's default
Style is mangle head, stack dated with salt
What the fuck you thought, we was scared to support
Live from P-town, Shaolin success
Bypass the rest, move six feet deep
Duck through the charms, 120 arms
Designed to unleash bombs, holdin dartguns in palms
One hundred divine cipher, Killa Bamz
I pack a dartgun, hate to see another death in the fam
Uhh, yeah, what
Chorus: (2x)
Pump up your fist, pump up your fist
Pump up your fist if you love this shit
[Tekitha]
Yo art confusin and amusin, tranfusion I'm bruisin
Optical illusions dilutin my blade
Tongue laid with fury, merciful leery bury
Terry fear me, clearly the pearl drops
Time stops, poke a shot
Shockwave deprave ghetto kids dollars made done lunch
Out to crunch much rhyme food
My light reflect the jewel
My life control the cruise, ten deadly touches too
Rip the dutchess move, swing
Rough to touch if you wanna see philosophy in crutches
Then just believe in the T
Truth Equal King Islam Truth Here Allah
Tekitha, bust a cipher on the god
Bust a cipher on the god
Chorus (3x)
[Cappadonna]
Vanglorious darts, brown skin with the pen
Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end
Whatever I do y'all try to imitate
Try to come close but can't come straight
I branch out, terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats
Bare facts, guns, crazy funds
A thousand sons that'll rain on your game
You're too plain, my dope is uncut
Eye level high like a plane
Bigger bite, bigger mic underground beneath these streets
WTC leeky leek, Tymeek, Shymeek, ain't nothin sweet, Pakistan
Iran Clan is like Christ
Word to poltergeist smash every tape
Deep thoughter, out of order, off seven thirty
Bug like cycle from the Bronx
Wild like that Pam child that beatin rap Lawrence Martin
Eyes like Lilz, masculine pills
Three bills worth of darts, heart to heart
Bottom of the charts
Slug art closin you in once again it's the all time great
Demonstrate vocabulary execution
Executive potion, Tang administration
Pillage Incorporated, first place retire clean like a plant
8-time writer champ, lamp on the beat break
Camp on verses, see Don produces
Mingle workin, rhymes make a million, bomb Parkhillin
Internal lyrics stores are profane
Potent Cappadonna make a whole life change
Chorus (3x)
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