PMD Lyrics
PMD Lyrics
"Rugged-N-Raw Lyrics"
Moliva Lyrics
Hawu baba ngashada intombi yami esikolweni emoliva (Oh father I married my girl at the school on Mooi River) Kwashunqa uthuli kwandlovu madoda silwela lobuhle (The dust was rising with all the preparations at Ndlovu's home) Usipho wakipha izinkomo ezamalobolo
Hawu baba ngashada intombi yami esikolweni emoliva (Oh father I married my girl at the school on Mooi River) Kwashunqa uthuli kwandlovu madoda silwela lobuhle (The dust was rising with all the preparations at Ndlovu's home) Usipho wakipha izinkomo ezamalobolo
Ba-bom, boom, aoowww, heh
I'm blast the cold blast, I'm back to cold blast
*scratch* from the Squad tower
(Yo don't erase that intro!)
*whistling*
Chorus: repeat 4X (with variations and Hit Squad shoutouts)
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
repeat Chorus
Verse One: PMD
I grab my cordless like my nigga DJ Scratch is on the cut
Hit Squad on live, PMD's like what (what?)
I'm too rough, gettin snuffed all in the cut
Get with the rugged
Immortal Dust Lyrics
What is life? Immortal dust What is life? Stainless fire What is life? The source of water What is life? Collection to suffer A cup of sin Only Loneliness Among many pains... Talk to me as much as you can Speak to me So
raw shit, catch a nigga in the gutWhat is life? Immortal dust What is life? Stainless fire What is life? The source of water What is life? Collection to suffer A cup of sin Only Loneliness Among many pains... Talk to me as much as you can Speak to me So
Cause I'm Blass and niggaz ass stay gear with the Hilfiger
Timberland boots, Rolex, whip a Benz
So throw your hands up in the air like you don't care
Chickenheads swingin from chandeliers in they underwear
That's that b-boy shit, grab your big dick
Crack a 40, spark an L and get bent shit
Three eighty by the hip in case a nigga slip
Don't like beefs or jealousy fucks?
It's mass confusion niggaz losin by the minute tryin to win it
But thanks to hip-hop, yo Scratch spin it
C
Separate Ways Lyrics
I feel it by my side It's been there for a while, now It could make things better There's still something out there That we never talk about It could make my life easier Make my life easier (Chorus) Will you offer, What I'm after?
horus 1/2I feel it by my side It's been there for a while, now It could make things better There's still something out there That we never talk about It could make my life easier Make my life easier (Chorus) Will you offer, What I'm after?
Verse Two:
Yippie-yi-yay, yippy-yo, it's the, slow-flow mechanic
Mass confusion is crusin just start to panic
and you don't stop, got the Hit Squad backin me
Spark your L's, honies sip your daquiri
Ask for P, my mission in to get richer and
lost my other half but I still got my Fisherman
hat, it ain't over til the fat chickenhead catch
wreck, snap that bitch neck
I show and prove niggaz best to move slow
The P the Mic Doc (c'mon) the micraphone's my only
friend, can't even trust nobody
Like A Lover, Like A Song Lyrics
(Myles Goodwyn) Published by Goody Two Tunes, Inc. - BMI I don't wanna talk about it anymore When there's nothin' goin' on, and somethin' should be done Cause we believed for nothin' it seems And now it's ended broken-hearted And as anyone c
Cause next thing you know I'm fuckin bustin somebody(Myles Goodwyn) Published by Goody Two Tunes, Inc. - BMI I don't wanna talk about it anymore When there's nothin' goin' on, and somethin' should be done Cause we believed for nothin' it seems And now it's ended broken-hearted And as anyone c
My shadow got my back and that's the way it goes
Keep my eyes out for foes and remain on my tippy toes
Respect my flows then release it for the brothers
One to hundreds, the fuckin certified top gunners
I keep a close knit quick to roast click
Bout to pull shit, a few dimepieces if the hoes fit
It don't quit, it don't stop, and never will and
so kill it, I'm strictly hardcore so you can see it
Chorus
*shouts, DJ Scratch on the cut, misc.*