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Fall Of Troy by K9 Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2016

[Intro]
Come and taste this iron
Face is frying
That's another wasteman dying
Haters try to see man fall but when I drop the next tape I'm flying
When I hear them mans tracks I'm sighing
I freestyle tracks man I ain't even trying
I'll make your career extinct like a Mayan
And you won't come back like a Ford Orion
Raise my hand out the 4 door, skying
Arm, leg, chest on the floor you're lying
Man I'm a vet in this war like Ryan
I can leave mumsy and pops all crying
I just write how I feel on the day
Then I spit bars with infinite rage
If you saw what the pen done to the page
You definitely wouldn't be fucking with K 9

[Verse]
Look at my iris
And the way I put pen to papyrus
I'm a warrior like Cyrus
You don't wanna war with me cos I get violent
And I just bore man up if they're hyping
Not just bars but on a real life ting
I can make your face look bad with a knifing
I can make the place look bright like lightening
I can make the place look bright like a flashbang
Catch me with Sam mans, bunnin on Afghan
Chilling in the studio, lyrics on tap fam
Got bare lyrics to eliminate badman
Call my name, I'll be Der like Santan
Nah they don't gangbang, nah they just Gangnam
Glock 45 in my palm when I tan man
That's the big ting in my hand like bam bam
Them man are hardly trouble
Some likkle man like Barney Rubble
Got a big dog that can't be muzzled
Run up on your birthday dinner, leave the party puzzled
Lick two shots at your Versace buckle
Bullets will make your uncle and aunty shuffle
If my bro calls I'll be there in a double
Sirius Black, I don't meddle with muggles
Locked up nine tails in the cage raging
Every day redemption, battling with Satan
But I saw where VA laid on the pavement, so one day I know I'm gonna light up a pagan
Burn a man's flesh, have it smelling like bacon
You're expendable, you're like Statham
Leave you vegetable, I ain't patient
Look dead through the reticle when I blaze him
Guess what's back? It's karma
Get sent to the hereafter
AstafurAllah, you'll get slaughtered
Have your body and your soul be parted
I can't roll amongst the weak hearted
Either write these rhymes or be starving
Because a life of crime will be stupid
Hear the life of 9 in my music
And a view of my mind when I lose it
Yeah, and I'm so sick
Hold sticks then I rinse off the whole clip
Hold this, now you're pissed, you're like "Oh shit"
Bring a plague to this shit like some locust
Nah, they ain't focussed
Some likkle man looking for a motive
I slide through, ganged up like Trojan
K9, you should know this