(+3 rating, 3 votes)Klashnekoff (K-Lash-Neck-Off) released this track on his first album “The Sagas Of…” way back in 2004. This track is famous amongst the UK rap scene. Klashnekoff goes in HARD on this one, so you’ll notice I’ve provided some…
VERSE 1:
KLASHNEKOFF
- K K lash ya raasclart neck off
- I'll split you in half like a gun blast from Lennox (LENNOX!)
- Hotter then flammable rocks
- From the manor when man are animal yammin' you like fox
- Experts slosh we specialise in handlin' kop
- With man's hatchin' and plannin' plots lookin' to jam in ya spot
- But their stamina's not up to par; get ripped apart like red rizzla to raas, raasclaart
- This terra firm dargart state of the art
- But tell them jankrows to stay in they yard
- Or get stabbed with a stake to the heart
- I'm try'n'a walk a straight path but you dun say it's hard
- Sick thoughts are flingin' on mask
- N killin' ya clark
- Keep runnin' thru the back of my head like old dance steps
- Get dropped on ya doorstep like Dando
- Many men ran prang cuz my nine flows better than Taliban still ban shows
- Spit flows over Bhangra, spit so cold make you shock out like it was Soca/SOCA
- Terra firm take over take you through the mind state of a tortured soldier
- Who tells tales of unspeakable horror, with lyrics lethal like Bora
- Leave you leakin' on the floor star
- That's why I don't watch no talk
- I read auras and books written by forbidden government authors
- Infiltrate ya borders like ITN reporters
- Then return with the slaughter
- Captured on camcorder I'm trapped in a damn corner chattin' to Pandora
- Bout boxin' a man for her
- But she don't no me: Klashnekoff
- That black cunt from out of Stokey
- Banana boat mango munchin' monkey; kick off ya door like Jumanji
- Dash you off the 28th floor like it was bungee, I want the blood cleaned.
CHORUS:
KLASHNEKOFF
- It's murda, when man test the Terra Firma
- It's murda, brehs getting buried in suburbia
- It's murda, man shottin' rocks to make an earner
- It's murda, murda, murda, it's murda
- It's murda, when man test the Terra Firma
- It's murda, they'll find your body in suburbia
- It's murda, try tek man for fuckin' Tina Turner
- It's murda, murda, murda, it's murda
VERSE 2:
KLASHNEKOFF
- I'm not ready to die but ever ready for bury a guy
- They're not ready for I
- I can see the fear in they eye
- Scared of the rhymes that ricochet and tear them inside
- Some fear for they lives
- Prepare and try to stare in my eyes
- Wife cry bucket of tears
- When the bre'er get iced, but that's life
- It's all live, write rhythms like a dive spit cyanide saliv'
- An' blind they left eye
- Subliminal crime snipe you in the back of ya mind
- With killer quotes and one lines that cut throats like knives
- Baffle da vibes, come fathom how the fuck did he die?
- With tux and a tie with 21 bucks to the sky
- Askin' me why a brethren is deeper than I?
- This piece by my side lookin' to eat a piece of the pie
- So come in peace or draw for ya piece or please reach for the sky
- My ether is 9, like 9 millimetres times 9, millimetres times 9, millimetres from ya spine
- So take time my rhymes take life like Tek 9s
- And we take why from guys who flex their chest size.
CHORUS:
KLASHNEKOFF
- It's murda, when man test the Terra Firma
- It's murda, brehs getting buried in suburbia
- It's murda, man shottin' rocks to make an earner
- It's murda, murda, murda, it's murda
- It's murda, when man test the Terra Firma
- It's murda, they'll find your body in suburbia
- It's murda, try tek man for fuckin' Tina Turner
- It's murda, murda, murda, it's murda
VERSE 3:
KLASHNEKOFF
- Batter the spanner banner with a black bandana
- Darren D the Dan dappa wrap the trees like strappa
- Stab the beat with a dagger the hackney hack attacker
- Shabby like shabba shabba like Shaggy verse Oshuka
- In the six sick cities situation get butters
- Man switch like Baracus
- Come swingin' like Mcguigan with a barrage of punches
- The spit boxin' champion who spark man unconscious
- And knock out they dentures
- See the drugs don't work they just make you worse
- Man smoke a little merch and feel say he cant get hurt, that's absurd
- He get sliced and served like hors d'oeuvres
- Bury six feet deep like sword in the dirt
- Where you frauds shot work from the back of ya Mercs
- I reverse the hearse stick 'em in the back of the boot
- And baffle you fools you cunts cant 'ackle this yoot
- Or tackle my crew get beaten till ya blacker then blue
- While I'm strappin' a zoot you on the floor catchin' a boot
- Lookin' to catch a bag blood but that's a catch 22
- And you dun know da crew
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