we lead the way Hot metal, turning you around Hot metal, burning you down Hot metal, gets in your brain I'm feeling pain, from hot metal Maximum volume
ترجمة: موس الحلاقة. معدنية ساخنة.
You're best to run 'cause my Tec eats pests I got a glock with the laser, hot police taser Step in real close, I hit your throat with the razor You
semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts Nigga what? Earthquakin' speech, woofer hissin' The razor faced
Dukes Or get yo' ass kicked on the fluke Razor sharp and plus a nigga extra sick So check my tip and recognize when you fuckin' with a pimp Metal plates
guitars are cracking Heavy metal, heavy metal (What do you want?) Heavy metal, heavy metal (What do you want?) Heavy metal, heavy metal (What do you want?) Hot
in the streets of Babylon Verbs I gather well, standard data shells My squad camouflage your wealth like the Bible with parables With the navigator, spittin' razor
driven by blood money hunger Snakes lay, waitin impatiently to steal your thunder We stay sharp, state-of-the-art, tear the stage apart Razor sharp poison
live it up, so fuck in '95 And why you tryin' to slave us with minimum wages Slammin' my niggas up in cages, changing their behaivors And spittin' razors
kill themselves Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellites Prepared for battles, devils try to raid the castles Got tackled by the rebels, the plate in my head is heavy metal
that with razor blades stuck in my mouth Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to handle And my
back hard black and his soul decays Theres nothing left but a shell and an urge to kill No voices in my head just the will of a couple pills A contact a metal
Duct tape, ski-mask, tape recorders Cue Kaze, razor blades and bakin' soda First learned how to cook in a coffee pot Made the block get hot like lava
Bye, bye, bye Handsome handshakes, poison wine Blue eyed devil, mace and lye Storybook and rhyme My, my, my Razor face, hot night, divine Lebel edge
your paper cuts Greater than the labor suckin' souls Out of the razor tongued All eyes on it, cut the edge and cut for it Water and hot porridge There
microphone and I cut up kids Like a hot knife straight through a butter stick Now i'm in the spotlight about to rock all night Shot of tequila than a hot
haze on my blunt I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out 'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth Forget a hotel, I'm
