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Soundboy Killa

Zenei stílus: Metal Kiadás éve: 2017
Előadó: P.O.D.

Zeneszerző: P.O.D.
Dalszövegíró: P.O.D.
Same mic, new stage
I and I was born to rage
And there might be
another dead boy pon page
These copy cats
come to steal me cup,
dem ain't real enough
Another big tune, wheel it up
Sonny Dread number one champion
Cause you know I breaks it down
in a style & fashion
So keep it moshing cause
I'm coming for your neck
And every mon hit the deck
when you hear me sound check

Y'all got what you want,
now there's no one to blame
Y'all better act like you know
I'm sick and tired of playing
Y'all know the name
I'ma put it on a bullet
and put it in your brain

DJ Selecta, soundboy killa
I'm fully loaded on this microphone
One shot to the dome
I sit back in the cut
and watch your mind get blown
DJ Selecta, soundboy killa
I'm fully loaded on this microphone
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Bang bang
I see the sound ricochet
From the front to the back
And silence their brain waves
No more originals,
everybody's selling out
The disco panicked and
batty boy start falling out
Some of demma ask
where me get it from
My heart beats to the
drop of the bass and kick drum
It's a redrum outcome
slamming on the dance floor
We give you what you need,
not what everybody asked for

Y'all got what you want,
now there's no one to blame
Y'all better act like you know
I'm sick and tired of playing
Y'all know the name
I'ma put it on a bullet
and put it in your brain

DJ Selecta, soundboy killa
I'm fully loaded on this microphone
One shot to the dome
I sit back in the cut
and watch your mind get blown
DJ Selecta, soundboy killa
I'm fully loaded on this microphone
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A lot of soundboy get murdered tonight
A lot of rude boy a come juts to fight
Hey Mr. DJ it's getting hotter
And this dance hall is under fire

Somebody ring the alarm
because the sound is dying
Kill the alarm because
the sound is dead
And when I was a youth me
used to reason with the dready
He knew that I was ready
So this is what he said

Me a rude and
me do rude boy tings
And one of these days
you'll know exactly what I mean
So gwan, take dis mic
and lick shots upon deh scene
Don't forget natty dread
give 'em agony, agony

So I was raised
inna dub resurrection
One love connection
Whole new dimension
Y'all know me,
a don dada in this game
I do what I do so
you remember the name
I just put it on a bullet
and put it through your brain
 
DJ Selecta, soundboy killa
I'm fully loaded on this microphone
One shot to the dome
I sit back in the cut
and watch your mind get blown
DJ Selecta, soundboy killa
I'm fully loaded on this microphone
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