Search results for 'Tactical Fighter Group'

A kid from Dublin with more than a dream
He knew one day he'd be the king of the UFC
With a group of fighting Irish not to be pushed over
Not here

can pit groups against each other for various and easy reasons; race, political affiliation, sexual identity, it doesn't matter
We criminalize

put your lighters up
Put your lighters up 
Bout to light this paper plane
Gone put your fighters up
Put your fighters up

I done fell in love
No and ifs

I don't never say too much I'm that respectable
And I ain't worried bout them bitches they replaceable
I up glock and keep toy moving tactical
He

switches
Man I'm more throwed than baseball pitches
Pussy delicious you can say it's finger licking
I'm about as judgemental as a group of bitches taking

to court and beat the cases
Perform on these stages
I cop the Jordan's, tie the laces (But you better)
Listen up, I'm factual
My gun always tactical
This

all you got is me bitch
Got your lady lookin smitten
Sprung a leak oh yea she drippin
Long Live The Fighters bitch
As is written

She use her voice like

members dressed in new, bottle-green suits, while a white-clad parade made up of various minority groups walks in circles around the perimeter of the mighty

Attack on the Stars

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

Phase Two

What about this other group, dressed like G-Q
Yeah I'm talkin' about you
You call yourself rappers, crack another joke
You old smoker,

the group setting

Alone inside my room
Tell me what to do
I'm growing tired of books and tv news

Alone inside my room
Tell me what to do
I'm growing tired

Di whole a galtego bay
Hear me nuh seaview
Yo boom city
Frenzy
What's the frequency
Me ready fi clap it and go knock it like a fighter jet
Nah use

fire
From lying to owning
I get that You own me
When You see that I'm here
I feel like You know me
Liar
Know You're higher
Know that I'm a fighter
I'd be

ruckus (yeah)
Where I planted my roots (what, yeah)
That's how I had a whole planet that roots for me
As in the group, and no one thinks dark as I think

Echo Leader

The Last Emperor

Rawkus Sampler

of you!
Echo Leader Two to Echo Leader One!
I got him in my sights the meltdown has begun!
Freedom fighters in the street, rock rock on,
If you rockin'

Look, with the steel chair, sure to serve the veal rare
Brush up your evasion and basic tactical field care
I was on that constant futile rage before

S.O.D.

S. Scott

React

2002

Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician
Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking
Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen
With a black fifth up

weak I swear I'd eat you if you try it
You dont want beef bitch Im on the Keto diet
I'm a fighter jet piolet yous a misquito flying
I can knock you from

tactical lyrics that make even the hardest blink

 

Real naka ain’t no messing with em fakes ones

Light up de ganja me smoke with ma day one

Bod Mon baffa

Truth is a funny thing like tactical word tumbling
Found myself slumming in the back of the world mumbling
Humbling things, I feel as small

a soul survivor
Everybody want the gloves but they ain't a fighter
Got a couple opps in the spot trynna mess the vibe up
Nah, they don't want no smoke,

call it a near miss
Cage fighter, ghost writer, thunder thunder dome crackin the lacrimal bones
Tears frozen in the ducts watch the pipes burst, tape it

it through
Me and you can run it up, just don't be a goof
Band Diego get them bands they think we a group
And free the hit man, you know he a shoot,

certain people know that I was leading the show
We had grown into a group that was equipped to kill
We gripped the steel, we're 'bout to do this shit for

with no spinoffs you'll never see the sequel
Get out my group of people
We were never equal
All my lyrics are weapons not tactical but lethal
Your heart