Now Thank We All Our God - Mass in C Major, "Messe breve No. 5 aux seminaires": Sanctus - America The Beautiful - April is in my Mistress Face ...

歌詞

Come down and beware of the black fist The guerrillas straight motherfucking killers is the mist Take a shot Buck Buck but you can't forge Never thought you'd see South Central niggas in the forest Don't kick in the chorus just yet Cause we ain't made a mess yet Lench Mob produce the best yet Coming real hard man Bumping in your car man Finally caught up with a devil named Tarzan Swinging on a vine Sucking on a piece of swine Jiggaboo come up from behind Hit him with a coconut Stab him in the gut Push him out the tree He falls right on his nuts And just like EPMD I don't like a bitch Named J to the A to the N-E Can't wait to meet her I'm gonna kill 'er Cause that little motherfucking cheetah can't hang with a guerrilla You try to pay me off with a banana But J-D is blacker than a city called Atlanta Give me some elbow room, I need some elbow room So I can boom shak-a-lak boom That's the sound of the twenty gauge Lock us up and the Lench Mob can break out of any cage You never even hear of this I'm taking care of this Lench Mob environmental terrorists Fuck great ape ammarilla I'm a killer But killer gorilla ain't a killa White boys like Godzilla But my super nigga my King Kong Played his ass like Ping-Pong So everybody get the ding-dong Or the bozack what's that dick and nut sack So get your buts back from the black fist Cap peelers the guerrillas in the mist Va-voom here comes a nigga from the dark side Talking bout a brand new apartheid South Central straight ghetto native Gotta show these devil motherfuckers what I'm made of Yes, never smoke the sess Only hit the buddha when I'm laying on my chest I'm laying in a cut I'm laying in a cut I'm laying in a cut Bout to shoot me a mutt (with what?) With the boom ping ping Listen to the ill shit that I bring bring Nappy head gorilla, coming out the forest Ice Cube is my motherfucking dog, yes Kicking pumps, Smoking humps The guerrillas, rolling from deep in the bumps Short Dog got the motherfucking pump And it's true T-Bone got the twenty-two That's how it's done So you better run yo Run your ass out the jungle Cause hear the guns go and we don't miss The Lench Mob, the guerrillas in the mist!