Artillery — текст песни

Ar, Ar, Artillery

So it’s hard to get rid of me

Niggas say I’m a marked man but they ain’t marking me physically

I’m a pace setter so I’m starting it instantly

Ar, Ar, Artillery

Ar, Ar, Artillery

Ar, Ar, Artillery

So it’s hard to get rid of me

Militant man with a brilliant plan

I might play the innocent hand

That’s a William scam, but not only William can

Pull it off, I can pull off a trillion fam

No fluke, no incident, don’t you ever think the only killer is Cam

I’m sicker with a stick than Sam

When he’s chasing a buddy letting off a shotgun

There goes another hot one

It’s curry woah, you better hurry home

Dumb-dumb sit in dummies bones

Unlucky homes, I’m old school like a runny nose

Strap on the stage when I spit

But I don’t need that to duppy shows

And I’m nobody’s hubby so

If you see me with a slutty hoe

You know it’s a quick one like 'come we go'

Back to the war

So many enemies on my case that I can’t relax anymore

They’re all talking nobody’s telling me to my face

Maybe 'cause I’m carrying a sword

Deadman walking the cemetery awaits

I’m engaged to my gun so I’m marrying a whore

Non-stop letting off when I draw

Black bags outside like a charity store

But there ain’t no clothes in 'em

Just bodies with holes in 'em

1, 2, 3, loads of them

4, 5, 6, casket closed for them

7, 8, 9, let me reload again, I’m stone cold

My face ain’t got no emotion and

My foes know when I comes to the beef I’m sub-zero

'Cause they’re on a frozen ting

Hands in the air when the mandem appear

Sometimes I wake up like damn my career

I’m a Scorcher its a ransom affair

There ain’t a man that I fear

'CauseI can make a man disappear

For a grand, be aware

There’s man that would do that gladly

Keep going on like you don’t actually care

And I swear they’ll have your whole family scared

You’ll see the insanity clear

Picture that like a gallery queer

Foresee the future

Or see the shooter

Surely remove ya

Brain out the back of your head

For feeling super

Like nuttin' can’t dent Clark Kent

Well I’ll be the type to attempt

I’m Lex Luther, I’ll step to ya

World domination, get used to

The fact that I’m back and I’mma let loose

An atomic bomb the size of St. Lucia

Wait that’s an exaggeration

But when it comes to my gun it’s masturbation

Its bussing and if you don’t know

I’ll fill a nigga in like an application

This ain’t American X

But it’s teeth on the curb, now smack the pavement

I’m going on like I can’t wait to die

Yeah well, I never had any patience

Man’ll be waiting outside in the car

Niggas outside of ya yard

I got man parallel, diagonal and adjacent

All angles

And I got tricks up my sleeve like big Paul Daniels

I don’t give a shit how many niggas you’re with, prick

They’re all candles

I’ll light 'em up like a lighter does

Your defence ain’t saying one

Call Campbell, and Rio Ferdinand

But don’t think that G won’t murder man

I’m like fam this ain’t an act it’s all actual

Shit that I’ve done, shit that I did

Shit that I’m gonna do, shit that I think

Some man are putting it on it’s not at all natural

Stop all the bad boy poses

None of you are bad boys, bad boys know this

You can put a scar on your face and base in your voices

But we know you’re still moist, bitch

Beef I’d rather avoid it, its pointless, but I’ve been poisoned

By the manor I’ve been living in

Man are on the killing ting like we live where the oil is

My blood’s boiling

Man wanna wet me up but I’ve already been anointed

So my only choice is:

Is take this shit like a toilet

Or go hard like a coin is

So now I’m in deep like oysters

I’m looking at certain man (What)

And I can see what the 'roids did

But I’m not gonna take that route

Skinny nigga with an 8-pack, how? (How?)

Head to knees then lay back down

150 times a day

It’s hard to maintain that, wow

Pump up, tone up, weights in a gym

Gun buck a doughnut straight in the chin

Dumb fucks, roll up, waving a ting

One buss, hold up, blaze in the wind

Never hit anyone or anything

Never hit anything or anyone

Ok check 1, 2 gun to the head (Bang)

Payback’s a bitch (Bang)

I ain’t one to forget (Bang)

So I’ll spray that and split

When forensics got to the scene and saw the wounds

They said «It must be a tech»

Yeah, must be a tech

Names G-H and I’m fucked in the head