Escucha música Gorilla Warfare de The Alchemist 2025 en línea | Musica Hip Hop

The Alchemist - Gorilla Warfare Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
A nigga died in the front seat of his Rolls-Royce He ain't had no choice
Suppressor get him compressed up with no voice
You hear me? eradicating my descendants it's not even a decision
You niggas bitches gassed up solid gonna turn them to liquid
Yeah, but now it's young these problems got me suspended
You can book her for massages, but they come with the happiest endings
Shit look better when you really actually winning
Crab in a champagne glass feelings Ralph Simons
Cash giving house with thе glass ceiling 'cause see your ass in it
She did this on purposе know for certain it wasn't an accident
I could never let an industry make a sacrificial sacrament
You're the type to sell your soul be the first one that's the applicant, nigga
Yeah

[Hook:]
They know the guns they know we packing 'em
While we discussing practice My childhood was a fun one
We was flipping off the mattress the shit had pissing stains
But it don't matter We still got active
The old heads wasn't quick to give us the code, but we still gonna crack it
Guerrilla warfare see, I was raised on vintage tactics
He gon need a pallbearer I'm thinking 60 Curry his casket
Hit an all air he shot a brick while I passed him
I'm feeling like Malcolm X with my Cartier glasses
[Verse 2:]
So nigga like (?????) still taxed 'em
Did it again six times, back to back like Phil Jackson
Make you walk across the burning sands I'm the king of the land
It's a tranquilizer moment limbs locked still we stand
Let's forget about the moments I had My shot disappeared from my hands
And nigga that bounced back sucked my dick all you (weird??) niggas dead?
I can never touch swine 'cause we came back with a pig in his hands
Be careful one of the smartest niggas I know did the bid in the feds
So that life you playing with you should live in the stare
'Til your mom put the kids in the beds
I won't forget I ain't the type that's gonna forget you

[Hook:]
Fuck y'all niggas, fuck y'all up, I'm out
They know the guns they know we packing 'em
While we discussing practice My childhood was a fun one
We was flipping off the mattress the shit had pissing stains
But it don't matter We still got active
The old heads wasn't quick to give us the code, but we still gonna crack it
Guerrilla warfare see, I was raised on vintage tactics
He gon need a pallbearer I'm thinking 60 Curry his casket
Hit an all air he shot a brick while I passed him
I'm feeling like Malcolm X with my Cartier glasses