Op down by Kryptou Lyrics
Yeah yeah yeah op down ima make em drown (real quick)
(Gunshots) (gunshots) gunshots)
I lurk through the night like aardvarks
Covered in black and an assassin’s mask, this is hostile
One given time i could steal ya rhyme
And bust ya ear drums, whenever you come along
I’m strapped to slash mc’s in half
Battle me aback you get shattered like glasses
The audience lookin' for proof
But it’s obvious his body is sawed like bark wood
I leave like the smokin' gun
Was shoved back in its glove hole from ownin' a match off
Mac strong, act on my influential lecture
And quit sittin' like gravel and piles of pebbles
I hit ya hurt and stick ya face in the dirt
Ya don’t know ground until you’ve gone down first
Teachin' english like a dictionary
And spittin' images minus pictionary
This killin' is hectic more than military
Wars, you shouldve been ducked and head tucked
Like a kid scrunched in his mother’s stomach
Im grown and took care of chuckin' my hundreds
Language sword
Slay the source
Pay the corpse for holdin' the microphone
I came on a horse
Gallopin', robbin' banks, and the sheriff ain’t catch me at all
(Gunshots) (gunshots) gunshots)
I lurk through the night like aardvarks
Covered in black and an assassin’s mask, this is hostile
One given time i could steal ya rhyme
And bust ya ear drums, whenever you come along
I’m strapped to slash mc’s in half
Battle me aback you get shattered like glasses
The audience lookin' for proof
But it’s obvious his body is sawed like bark wood
I leave like the smokin' gun
Was shoved back in its glove hole from ownin' a match off
Mac strong, act on my influential lecture
And quit sittin' like gravel and piles of pebbles
I hit ya hurt and stick ya face in the dirt
Ya don’t know ground until you’ve gone down first
Teachin' english like a dictionary
And spittin' images minus pictionary
This killin' is hectic more than military
Wars, you shouldve been ducked and head tucked
Like a kid scrunched in his mother’s stomach
Im grown and took care of chuckin' my hundreds
Language sword
Slay the source
Pay the corpse for holdin' the microphone
I came on a horse
Gallopin', robbin' banks, and the sheriff ain’t catch me at all