Team Napalm - Soul Purpose текст песни

Soul Purpose / Team Napalm[Intro: NLZ]Yo... Napalm... we bombYeah... yo[Chorus 2X: NLZ]Streets are savage, gotta keep my hand in the chromeTeam Napalm, the fire, bring the heat to your domeWe in the zone, alone, crush ya audio tonesWe the last squad standing in the war with the clones[Dom Pachino]Aiyo, my soul purpose, is to slap ya'll fagsYa'll keep looking at me, like a nigga in dragI leave your face bloody, like a bitch on a ragThis is Napalm, for real, ya'll know the dealI love hip hop, plus I, pop the steelI don't talk to bitches, they drop and kneelI slam dunk pussy, like Shaquille O'NealI don't talk to niggas, that love to squealIf ya, thug for real, then your mug is staleA slug won't affect ya, but this vest will protect yaYou'll be layed up in the stretcher, laid outYour team is played out, they thought that about usBefore I came out, now they switched upDom P's a full house, make MC's scatter in dark holes like minch mouseWay too much spice, must be my mom's foodI'm old school, nickel plated twenty twoIn a house party, same time CREAM dropped, then Cash RuleYou all show, Napalm Team is all proWe all pro, Team Napalm[Infinite]New re-up, give me my shit back, that's why I even fuck with youTake the stick, crack and boogie like you supposed to doYo, you'se a trick stunt, don't ever try to jerk my cashGet you a hot fix, and watch my sisters whoop your assThis is Napalm, Akon funny-faced faggotMillennium, stuck to my hip,

it's what it isIt's Infinite, caliber shells beside my kicksThere go po-po, don't go bro, it's a set-upWon't let 'em, know, though go slow, so keep ya head upIn and out the bing, ain't the song I'm try'nna singI got a flash of judges and cops with diamond ringsSon, the street life, the houses, the stock, the finer thingsI've done burned these curbs, done, pinched those birdsI'm a guilty muthafucka, ya honor, son, you heard?[Chorus 2X][NLZ]The physical form of a battleship, I make you abandon your scriptWhen NLZ became the human art exhibitExceed your speed limits, I talk like castine gun terbitsIf it's flammable, then I can burn it, if it bleeds, then I can kill itA product of the environment, with the reflection of a broken mirrorI shatter your dreams like Big Pun, no banana clips, and the cavities in myhollow steel lungsI walk through concrete jungles like kingdom comeThug it out, with grym grills and grimmace on false phassadsTil they twist, from acting timid, I eark your nerves like dark cornersPopulated when the sun set, Sun Tzu, my art of warDeadly like wind blades of Gensu, when I come throughI bring dirty Jers' to Shaolin, a head toucherFoot soldier, Napalm Iron Palm, brand through your skinI'm like a full force to your chin...[Outro: Dom Pachino]Team Napalm, knawImean?This muthafuckin' Dom Pachino, knawImean?Introducing Team Napalm, shuttin' niggas down this go around, manWord up, nourishing forever, knowImean?Word up, 2005 shit, bitch