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Clash Titans Artist: DFXO Label: SFDB Year: 1999 Song Copyright: DFXO |
Last Modified: 19th January 2002 Transcribed by: Delbwoy Contact: qed@ukhh.com Artist Discography |
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Xeno: The Government and all type shit... to be the rebel tho' with fight spit - Satan for real to get the 'mic whip'... I write slick... Lay down swords and swing words - swashbuckle mutha effa shark - martial art... see the flame war 'bout spark... Call me flint stone on metal - high flammable - The X Star - Xeno - Unikorn - The Ological... rhyme mathematical... The 2 plus 2 - 4 devils at my door... trek zones on the internet - follow me, holler holla, bonjoir monsieur - the man the 'am' I am... Think ready - grey matter - here I stand... it's the double man I slam - Satan KAABAAAM! Defisis: "yeah Star, yo tell them mans who we are, make 'em know what and why, when and where, how and whom" Xeno: Defisis it's our genesis - ready for the nemisis... 20 years, forever and now... ain't nuttin' strenuous Steady when we're bringing this - all zones we roam - verse universe, converse... more bad than worse X till the herse... never say never die - peace to all the slain rappers, still I ask [why oh why?] Waiting for the pillar that's smoke up in the sky - silly you wont understand coz you don't even try And you won't even listen to this coz I defy all that gold chains and names and lifestyles of shame... Defisis: Yeah, that's why dem that talk I don't really feel that much... don't live deep life - that's just us... so why trust that shit that you be poppin' on vinyl - can't clash me rudeboy... and that's final... / Metholated off the Guiness from the start to the finish of the day... Melanin verse the last sun-ray - flame thrower, rotate blades like a flymower - navigate - blow battles ships on some savage shit... Stimulous for the populous, a king like Romulous - hardcore... still rock raw, that's what I mean... my voice box fluctuates up and down the scale - days of my life - picture of a young black male... I keep tellin' Great Britain, "ain't nuttin' out here for free", yo pay me and I'll go on the TV... bus' a freestlyle, meanwhile I represent the laboratoir - me and my spar to and fro from near to far... That's right - peep the mixture... settle disputes and reap fruits in the garden of Defness - minds blown in my time zone... can't lead me to water - nuclear structure, order, bricks and mortar... all for a slaughter unstable - heads slain against the grain... Defastatement - devastating, Def Kurt Cobain - shotgun suicide, nevermind... flip it, to me... just smells like teen spirit From the start to the finish... now it be night time - next line for ya tough guyz, yo come take mine... fuck around star, wishing you could hold me back... wave-form out cheba brainstorm... pass the gat... | |||
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