Alba s touto skladbou:
A Love Like Ours,
Life of Pi,
True North,
Branded,
Jay Reaper :
Im on a higher level nigga come and test the double barrel Heavy metal heading
for your chest / I even shoot the shadow /Put the pedal to the floor / carcrash / make you rattle / Put a rapper on my Island / Nah, he will never settle / Im gettin’ sentementle
/ see I’m just a tiny fellow / trying to make a living off of niggaz that you cant handle
/ I got the power plus the energy to manhandle / Controlpanels that I operate with bad
bengals / Hit a nigga on his bad ankels / cause I be livin’on the hillside / my skill is too
mad / trangle / twist bones I be Kurt Angle / Cause I got Saxons and Anglos waiting to
dismantle!
Jay Chorus :
So who is curious / Who wanna see us bust light like luminous / The crew of
the dualists / 1, 2, 3, now check how Im screwing it.
Im aggravated cut a nigga up and marinade m / everybody livin’on the Island I just
gotta hate m / Hell, Im the son of Satan livin’like an ancient pagan / The way I break
m the way I shake m / more than breathtakin’ / My head achin’when niggaz here start
collaborating / Gotta make a statement with the wrench and start renovating / Elevatin’/
penetratin’ / Governments like Secret agents / Sarah Palin / Ima shoot the first prick that
start hatin’ / Start sprayin’like on Columbine I got no patience / nor appreciation for the
ones who think they’re innovatin’ / legislating / see I’m trouble like illegal Haitiens / Dope
D.o.D. here for maintenance!
Skits Vicious :
I feel the sun without shades and lotion / livin on a rock in the middle of the ocean /
dancing with my ancient brethren / protectors of the sacred treasure / On the attack quick,
leaping through branches / after the pack chews pieces of cactus / for the enhancement,
increasing our senses / rocking a necklace with teeth of a dragons / I’m chief of the tribe
that frightens the cowards / running the Island from my ivory towers / Mana powers, I
swim with the sharks / Tats of headhunts, where my skin has been marked / Venomous
darts, deployed to our units / we dip em in frogs with poisonous fluids / skin a man’s
scalp, toying with humans / I heard they from “far” Im ignoring the rumors….
Skits Chorus: So who wanna die tonight? Who’s gonna escape without using a guiding
light / the duo of dynamite, 1,2,3, feel the wrath of the silent type…
No where to run…every dart we shoot is fatal / some get kept alive, to get thrown
into vulcano’s / hear the lava bubble as we pull ya through the jungle / diseases enter
open wounds during heavy struggle / I drag ya to the middle of the village with a cleaver
clutched / makin wifey watch as I chop her partners penis off / the place where ferox
meets cannibal holocaust / the terrible stuff Cannibal Ox would bust / A cross of such,
seems propostarous / but trust the gods, D.O.D. Got that touch… / (Indigenous lyricists)
on the rocks… / The Island belongs to us….
