KILLA Lyrics

Killer

No you don't get much realer

Time moves slow, your index finger moving right to trigger

Standing strong like pillar, hearing the flow like river

There's no way that you're that big

You've got Quentin Millar, I know

I'm way too stubborn, Put lyrics in the oven

Know my style as fresh as linen, and your style as old as mutton

Yeah it's cheaper by the dozen, I am on my way like Russian

Fame is distant like a cousin, I love me don't care who doesn't

It's much safer now

Growing up I would make the rounds

Always be someone hating me

I beat up guys in every town

Couldn't even go to Grandma's house

They would attack me, I was out

I was the only thing on their minds

Sometimes, I was glad that I just made it out

Fuck it

They're fucking pussies, they're thinking that they are tough

Jump one man with 8 or 9 of them they think they can't be touched

Jumping me with knives and bricks and they still just can't do shit

If you need a gang to fight, you're a pussy little bitch

What

Dirty creatures, they jump out like hyenas

They're the lowest of the low, you know that they're bottom feeders

I'll be hunting them myself, I'm a dirty coward seeker

Catch them crying to their moms When I take them to the cleaners, Yo

They run their mouths so, I said go back your talk

They're all disrespecting me till I smack them in the jaw

This is good old fashioned war, with my bare knuckles and gore

Nowadays it's turning legal and it pains me to my core

Just imagine they're writing legal stories without backing it

They say they're men but they're suing me for packing it

Suing me for having too much pride to take their little digs

Coming with a legal team, tough guys thinking they're big

It's all fucked, this new concept of manhood

They're only doing shit if their whole damn gang would

If I go and fuck up, no I'm not jumping a guy

I be respectful and learn from it, I am humble in life

It's no joke, what I've been through know most wouldn't cope

They're not tough enough, they'd end it with a chair and a rope

But not me, just power through it like a machine

I've been made into a man and now I'm free to do me

It was a small town world, where I spent my childhood

I did a lot of things that no normal child should

My Dad was a karate champion of the world

So he taught me some lessons, and they weren't just words

To be more physical, to fight and be a man till I'm dead

I did boxing and judo, and karate we shared

He made a proper fighter out of me, I battered some heads

It wasn't safe around, I had to learn to defend

Oh maan

They're fucking pussies thinking that they are tough

Jump one man with 8 or 9 of them they think they can't be touched

Jumping me with knives and bricks and they still just can't do shit

If you need a gang to fight, you're a pussy little bitch

Dirty creatures, they jump out like hyenas

They're the lowest of the low, you know that they're bottom feeders

I'll be hunting them myself, I'm a dirty coward seeker

Catch them crying to their moms, when I take them to the cleaners

This was after the Soviets, the regime had collapsed

The streets fell into chaos and the chaos was matched

Warring parties all around, I am not all alone

They knew sticks just couldn't break me so they tried with fucking stones

I was desperate for change

All them fights got me drained

So I Moved to US, I was so young and felt strange

But my future's ahead, and I thank god I escaped

I know if I had stayed

Where I would sleep might be a grave