Kevlaar 7 - Harsh Winds (feat. Zagnif Nori & Crucial the Guillotine) Lyrics

Yeah
Noble f*cking city
Real live shit
95 city

Know what I mean
That real raw hip-hop
Take em through the darkness right now
Yo, ayo

Illy got my back, clap for me
React masterfully, attach battery
Rap classically, fantastically
Attack tragically, sad faces and masked hatred
The last matrix, coughed up and stabbed faceless
The brainchild, that planted seeds of various psychics
The room of mother nature, consuming nefarious life deeds
The upright Gandhi headset, Malcolm Word I call
Flossy gunpowder, poetical verse song
That Bible beat, missing Page has bet you not ware
Man denied the prophets and set you up in scams
Refer to the tomb, curtains of doom, circle the moon
I'm hurting, these goons, straight up verbal with wounds
I'm taking races to places, to face the vacant matrix
My basic aims are statements, aced with greatness
Sacred patience
A brace of papers, disgrace the nation
Making evasive cases, the naked fragrance
Tasteless vapors, educate the mind, explore the cause
Divine and sorta raw, shaking shining waterfalls
Eliminate swine and port-a-hogs, vegetarian life
Discard of any beef, tearing the mic

Ayo, the author of life, the source of light
Control of dice, and my sight is seven
Rising Detroit, my essence was born twice
So I watch my shadow, the mainstream is shallow
Got his head in the gallows, water rising
But I fly with the falcon, with the message of Malcolm
Electric action, with the speed of Andre Rison
My rifle rising, surprising shade, ready with swift timing
Bowling for Columbine, it's a common thing in my city storyline
Define violence, is it surviving or silence
When a brother body is silent, hard crying
Unbearable, fairytale, seeing all my niggas dying
That's why I tote the iron, this harsh wind carry
The stories of blood drying in the sun
Gun rule, for lead, reach out and touch you
It's life and I'm the author, four to six, reach out and off ya
Think often, never sleep, war on this rise without a harness

People quick to talk that tough shit, I think you lying man, I swing Ti
Tanium arms, equipped with iron hands
Posit grams, niggas get blammed
Check my diagram, violent lands
Bullets move quick, burn like frying pans
Spiderman, you tangled in a web
Don't ever bite the hand
That feeds you, punk ass, fall back I spend my nights with fam
Thought to 'bolish your whole clique
I got a titan clan, roll up on your ass, quick, fast
Pull out the knife and blam
Slight of hand, dart thrower
Give you the hard shoulder
When the kid grab the mic son, you best to start over
I dwell in them streets where cats sell to make quota
Distributing cocaine, cook with baking soda
You face a soldier that's plotting schemes, it's taking over
F*ck the litigant, we pull you out your Range Rover
Anthrax left on the track, you know the gritty guillotine
Taking heads on wax, with no routine