Flaming Swords Lyrics
| Song | Flaming Swords |
| Artist | Sunz of Man |
| Album | The Last Shall Be First |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cuffie, Harris, Reed, Ruff ... | |
| Reverend： | |
| My sons, absolutes, and friends | |
| I like the idea of being a soldier, in the army of the lord | |
| (continues preaching) | |
| Arch rivals | |
| We got the kingston young ones over there running scared | |
| They aint seem to have a problem and its a bad one | |
| Ahh man, sunz of man teaching everywhere | |
| Got the children over here, teaching them the problems | |
| And its the real one | |
| Ahh man now we got the ???? over there | |
| The sunz of man solving problems, yo this the right one | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Guess this is the end, whatever how never, depart clever | |
| But not deadered to be real or to be severed | |
| A double-header, the black mecca respecta | |
| Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to chedders | |
| For the first setter who loves it wetter | |
| Well i can make it better | |
| In a bloodbath you letta | |
| Black soggin, treaty, the ledger | |
| Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered | |
| New order, enough to register kill or be killed measurers | |
| Take you beyond the heist, forever so | |
| Doin out little italy to mexico | |
| Now who be the next to go | |
| Will it be sam, will it be fran, or will it be cisco | |
| Or strictly back to disco | |
| However though one and my own one, soo | |
| Never pet yo, full deck pro | |
| The most sensitive intensity the world could ever expect, yo | |
| Between two steels | |
| To keep it real i remember we used to pick cotton out of fields | |
| Got it real got it down, yo | |
| Verse 2: | |
| As i break yo fuckin bones into pieces | |
| And make ya death the sweetest | |
| Punch a hole through ya cleavage | |
| By the way howard jesus | |
| I hope you been baptized | |
| Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black eyes | |
| And broken legs, a broken hip, and an iv attached to ya arm | |
| I remain calm, for the storm | |
| As i shake my javelin up in ya abdomen | |
| And then i grab ya friend | |
| And break his fuckin back, watch him collapse | |
| And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the whole nation | |
| Yall want more, i crank the chainsaw | |
| Next thing ya knowin, his head start rollin | |
| His body swollen, his fuckin tongue is stolen | |
| No more groin or colon, he's just moaning and groaning | |
| Exciting, clash of the titings, thunder and lighting | |
| Reveal the sword of the viking, it's frightening | |
| Put down yo fist they'll be no fighting | |
| Just sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo life | |
| And leave your carcass in the darkness | |
| Where the jackals prowl upon your grave | |
| Yo hear a howl from the cave | |
| Then i snatch out your arms and give to your moms | |
| Sing along sing along sing along | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Storm in my fiery harbor, til it get dark | |
| Silver darts melt in your heart | |
| Then we begin to march, until we rip this whole fuckin world apart | |
| Verse 4: | |
| My team be strong, we live right or wrong | |
| Death come calm, sweet wit a charm | |
| As i speak from the throne in my temple | |
| My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya level | |
| Devils in the mist, hate we exist | |
| Clique form my fist, punch you in your shit | |
| Styles murderous, sordid justice | |
| Judge those who bitch, cut those who snitch | |
| Modern egypt, diamond presidents | |
| Drug measurements got us dead on cement | |
| Robbin for rent, guage in the trench | |
| Slave ever since, return of the prince | |
| Constantine the great, never go for bait | |
| Sunz of man plan, gold in every state | |
| From railhook to libya deliver ya sword to the bombery | |
| My armory run the economy | |
| Rule is our policy | |
| The deaf dumb acknowledge me | |
| Like love peace and honesty | |
| The thugs on the street hustle to eat | |
| Cover you with sheets, we bury you in beats | |
| Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft melt | |
| We bomb like a stealth and give food for health | |
| Not a friend of me... | |
| Verse 5: | |
| Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air | |
| If i have to blaze yo i just wont care | |
| We roll in pairs, packin machines, movin supreme | |
| My team gleam, like matches and gasoline | |
| Soldier fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic | |
| He died a tread, it was passed the asking | |
| In a bad position, ya should of stuck to yo fuckin religion | |
| Im worse than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons | |
| The demolitioner with the codse of honor | |
| You want drama? i'll bomb yo and yo mama... | |
| (reverend talks till end) |
| zuo qu : Cuffie, Harris, Reed, Ruff ... | |
| Reverend: | |
| My sons, absolutes, and friends | |
| I like the idea of being a soldier, in the army of the lord | |
| continues preaching | |
| Arch rivals | |
| We got the kingston young ones over there running scared | |
| They aint seem to have a problem and its a bad one | |
| Ahh man, sunz of man teaching everywhere | |
| Got the children over here, teaching them the problems | |
| And its the real one | |
| Ahh man now we got the ???? over there | |
| The sunz of man solving problems, yo this the right one | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Guess this is the end, whatever how never, depart clever | |
| But not deadered to be real or to be severed | |
| A doubleheader, the black mecca respecta | |
| Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to chedders | |
| For the first setter who loves it wetter | |
| Well i can make it better | |
| In a bloodbath you letta | |
| Black soggin, treaty, the ledger | |
| Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered | |
| New order, enough to register kill or be killed measurers | |
| Take you beyond the heist, forever so | |
| Doin out little italy to mexico | |
| Now who be the next to go | |
| Will it be sam, will it be fran, or will it be cisco | |
| Or strictly back to disco | |
| However though one and my own one, soo | |
| Never pet yo, full deck pro | |
| The most sensitive intensity the world could ever expect, yo | |
| Between two steels | |
| To keep it real i remember we used to pick cotton out of fields | |
| Got it real got it down, yo | |
| Verse 2: | |
| As i break yo fuckin bones into pieces | |
| And make ya death the sweetest | |
| Punch a hole through ya cleavage | |
| By the way howard jesus | |
| I hope you been baptized | |
| Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black eyes | |
| And broken legs, a broken hip, and an iv attached to ya arm | |
| I remain calm, for the storm | |
| As i shake my javelin up in ya abdomen | |
| And then i grab ya friend | |
| And break his fuckin back, watch him collapse | |
| And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the whole nation | |
| Yall want more, i crank the chainsaw | |
| Next thing ya knowin, his head start rollin | |
| His body swollen, his fuckin tongue is stolen | |
| No more groin or colon, he' s just moaning and groaning | |
| Exciting, clash of the titings, thunder and lighting | |
| Reveal the sword of the viking, it' s frightening | |
| Put down yo fist they' ll be no fighting | |
| Just sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo life | |
| And leave your carcass in the darkness | |
| Where the jackals prowl upon your grave | |
| Yo hear a howl from the cave | |
| Then i snatch out your arms and give to your moms | |
| Sing along sing along sing along | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Storm in my fiery harbor, til it get dark | |
| Silver darts melt in your heart | |
| Then we begin to march, until we rip this whole fuckin world apart | |
| Verse 4: | |
| My team be strong, we live right or wrong | |
| Death come calm, sweet wit a charm | |
| As i speak from the throne in my temple | |
| My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya level | |
| Devils in the mist, hate we exist | |
| Clique form my fist, punch you in your shit | |
| Styles murderous, sordid justice | |
| Judge those who bitch, cut those who snitch | |
| Modern egypt, diamond presidents | |
| Drug measurements got us dead on cement | |
| Robbin for rent, guage in the trench | |
| Slave ever since, return of the prince | |
| Constantine the great, never go for bait | |
| Sunz of man plan, gold in every state | |
| From railhook to libya deliver ya sword to the bombery | |
| My armory run the economy | |
| Rule is our policy | |
| The deaf dumb acknowledge me | |
| Like love peace and honesty | |
| The thugs on the street hustle to eat | |
| Cover you with sheets, we bury you in beats | |
| Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft melt | |
| We bomb like a stealth and give food for health | |
| Not a friend of me... | |
| Verse 5: | |
| Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air | |
| If i have to blaze yo i just wont care | |
| We roll in pairs, packin machines, movin supreme | |
| My team gleam, like matches and gasoline | |
| Soldier fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic | |
| He died a tread, it was passed the asking | |
| In a bad position, ya should of stuck to yo fuckin religion | |
| Im worse than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons | |
| The demolitioner with the codse of honor | |
| You want drama? i' ll bomb yo and yo mama... | |
| reverend talks till end |
| zuò qǔ : Cuffie, Harris, Reed, Ruff ... | |
| Reverend: | |
| My sons, absolutes, and friends | |
| I like the idea of being a soldier, in the army of the lord | |
| continues preaching | |
| Arch rivals | |
| We got the kingston young ones over there running scared | |
| They aint seem to have a problem and its a bad one | |
| Ahh man, sunz of man teaching everywhere | |
| Got the children over here, teaching them the problems | |
| And its the real one | |
| Ahh man now we got the ???? over there | |
| The sunz of man solving problems, yo this the right one | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Guess this is the end, whatever how never, depart clever | |
| But not deadered to be real or to be severed | |
| A doubleheader, the black mecca respecta | |
| Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to chedders | |
| For the first setter who loves it wetter | |
| Well i can make it better | |
| In a bloodbath you letta | |
| Black soggin, treaty, the ledger | |
| Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered | |
| New order, enough to register kill or be killed measurers | |
| Take you beyond the heist, forever so | |
| Doin out little italy to mexico | |
| Now who be the next to go | |
| Will it be sam, will it be fran, or will it be cisco | |
| Or strictly back to disco | |
| However though one and my own one, soo | |
| Never pet yo, full deck pro | |
| The most sensitive intensity the world could ever expect, yo | |
| Between two steels | |
| To keep it real i remember we used to pick cotton out of fields | |
| Got it real got it down, yo | |
| Verse 2: | |
| As i break yo fuckin bones into pieces | |
| And make ya death the sweetest | |
| Punch a hole through ya cleavage | |
| By the way howard jesus | |
| I hope you been baptized | |
| Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black eyes | |
| And broken legs, a broken hip, and an iv attached to ya arm | |
| I remain calm, for the storm | |
| As i shake my javelin up in ya abdomen | |
| And then i grab ya friend | |
| And break his fuckin back, watch him collapse | |
| And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the whole nation | |
| Yall want more, i crank the chainsaw | |
| Next thing ya knowin, his head start rollin | |
| His body swollen, his fuckin tongue is stolen | |
| No more groin or colon, he' s just moaning and groaning | |
| Exciting, clash of the titings, thunder and lighting | |
| Reveal the sword of the viking, it' s frightening | |
| Put down yo fist they' ll be no fighting | |
| Just sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo life | |
| And leave your carcass in the darkness | |
| Where the jackals prowl upon your grave | |
| Yo hear a howl from the cave | |
| Then i snatch out your arms and give to your moms | |
| Sing along sing along sing along | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Storm in my fiery harbor, til it get dark | |
| Silver darts melt in your heart | |
| Then we begin to march, until we rip this whole fuckin world apart | |
| Verse 4: | |
| My team be strong, we live right or wrong | |
| Death come calm, sweet wit a charm | |
| As i speak from the throne in my temple | |
| My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya level | |
| Devils in the mist, hate we exist | |
| Clique form my fist, punch you in your shit | |
| Styles murderous, sordid justice | |
| Judge those who bitch, cut those who snitch | |
| Modern egypt, diamond presidents | |
| Drug measurements got us dead on cement | |
| Robbin for rent, guage in the trench | |
| Slave ever since, return of the prince | |
| Constantine the great, never go for bait | |
| Sunz of man plan, gold in every state | |
| From railhook to libya deliver ya sword to the bombery | |
| My armory run the economy | |
| Rule is our policy | |
| The deaf dumb acknowledge me | |
| Like love peace and honesty | |
| The thugs on the street hustle to eat | |
| Cover you with sheets, we bury you in beats | |
| Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft melt | |
| We bomb like a stealth and give food for health | |
| Not a friend of me... | |
| Verse 5: | |
| Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air | |
| If i have to blaze yo i just wont care | |
| We roll in pairs, packin machines, movin supreme | |
| My team gleam, like matches and gasoline | |
| Soldier fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic | |
| He died a tread, it was passed the asking | |
| In a bad position, ya should of stuck to yo fuckin religion | |
| Im worse than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons | |
| The demolitioner with the codse of honor | |
| You want drama? i' ll bomb yo and yo mama... | |
| reverend talks till end |
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