Flagship Album Version by Nelibozvuk Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, waddup brothers, (giggle)
Stejsky's back!
Yo!
Let's go!
Ej!
[Verse 1]
Best care to prepare for a fist-fight
Stack your chips right
Because on these weeks it's Blitzkrieg at midnight, (Yo!)
Rap Ambush, strong as dank kush
Spiked as cold steel of barbarians
Or concealed arians peeping on aliens
Underlings with concrete flattened like this coffee can, (yeah, can)
Keep it hands on, not crashing again, man
Long time slumbering, no flash in the pan-hand
On my side it's thundering, (Yuh)
Bottom feeders are gonna hear this anchor ring
Ready for snatching the flags
Let's see, what the future will bring, (oh shit)
That anchor aweighed
Dead centered and straight, (straight)
Up picking quick pace, (pace)
By Aegis barrels been raised, (Ayyy)
High that is, so shells can hit planes
This ain't a drill, motherfucker! (oh shit!)
[Verse 2]
The radar sees a submarine
It ain't far, it's right here, underneath
Take arms, blitz near that coral reef
The steak's dark, grilled a rare chop of beef
Get 'em shook
Did I mention that the tension's measured to be hard enough to pressure cook
You better take a look
As I blow the sub, over, up
It's just dinamite fishing route
Bitch I'm still alive dishing out
Missiles like it's fish and kraut
Yo, waddup brothers, (giggle)
Stejsky's back!
Yo!
Let's go!
Ej!
[Verse 1]
Best care to prepare for a fist-fight
Stack your chips right
Because on these weeks it's Blitzkrieg at midnight, (Yo!)
Rap Ambush, strong as dank kush
Spiked as cold steel of barbarians
Or concealed arians peeping on aliens
Underlings with concrete flattened like this coffee can, (yeah, can)
Keep it hands on, not crashing again, man
Long time slumbering, no flash in the pan-hand
On my side it's thundering, (Yuh)
Bottom feeders are gonna hear this anchor ring
Ready for snatching the flags
Let's see, what the future will bring, (oh shit)
That anchor aweighed
Dead centered and straight, (straight)
Up picking quick pace, (pace)
By Aegis barrels been raised, (Ayyy)
High that is, so shells can hit planes
This ain't a drill, motherfucker! (oh shit!)
[Verse 2]
The radar sees a submarine
It ain't far, it's right here, underneath
Take arms, blitz near that coral reef
The steak's dark, grilled a rare chop of beef
Get 'em shook
Did I mention that the tension's measured to be hard enough to pressure cook
You better take a look
As I blow the sub, over, up
It's just dinamite fishing route
Bitch I'm still alive dishing out
Missiles like it's fish and kraut