Lyrics:
the sword of Islam
The rebels in china, the sikhs and the tams
The house of our father, the volumes of guilt
The luck of the Irish,the blood that we've
slow
And still twist your tongues up
Rock the house from night
Till the sun's up
Cause it relly ain't
How much you say
it's what you sy
I got no fuckin'
drop em on ya like this..
Check it out..to the brothers who put me on in hip hop im talkin bout
Grandmaster Kazz, Grandmaster Melle Mel, Afrika islam
They thought killing us would change our mind
So they find joy in wasting our lives
They molested and raped our wives
Gun men invaded our houses
When
charm
Milly Rockin' in the kitchen, tryna make it form (fuck it up, fuck it up)
My religion get this money, Christian or Islam
And my tradition send
to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh
These Irish eyes are smilin, I'm buckwhylin
The House of Pain is pumpin, start jumpin
Freak it, funk it, back
the sword of Islam
The rebels in china, the sikhs and the tams
The house of our father, the volumes of guilt
The luck of the Irish,the blood that we've
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
my whore slaps cops like zsa zsa gabor
Fuck with out's it's like those Islam brothers
We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers
So let's
of Islam
The rebels in China, the Sikhs and the Tams
The house of our Father, the volumes of guilt
The luck of the Irish, the blood that we've spilt
zsa gabor
Fuck with out's it's like those Islam brothers
We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers
So let's get high off
your 1st release
Your lease is up at the crib house niggaz get evicted
And videos wit white boys talking you get Wicked
Natural Born Killa, nigga you
the sword of Islam
The rebels in china, the sikhs and the tams
The house of our father, the volumes of guilt
The luck of the Irish,the blood that we've
to the choir
Seen his body on the flyers, since a kid I had the pride
Seven figures is cool, me and wifey 'bout to retire
Got the big house, don't put them
your 1st release
Your lease is up at the crib house niggaz get evicted
And videos wit white boys talking you get Wicked
Natural Born Killa, nigga you
for an oil war
As-Salamu alaikum, wa alaikum assalam
Peace to the Middle East peace to Islam
Now don't get us wrong 'cause we love America
But that's no
Ring, di-ding, ding-ding, dong
To our people on high positions
Ain't assistin' bein' a house nigga
How you a public figure only worried 'bout your
a Deepfake
Real big bills, no cheapskate
Two headed horse in the relay
I get to the money like T-Pain
How many ladies in the house
How many ladies seen a nigga
and this be that of Islam (Islam)
I take my time
Just before I manifest the rhyme
Sharp and act your witness stop the music on a dime
Knowledge me
in the house at the same time
It's unfair, I got them looking for their second line
But don't fret mon frere, I'm like "oh yeah"
Two stepping on your
your 1st release
Your lease is up at the crib house niggaz get evicted
And videos wit white boys talking you get Wicked
Natural Born Killa, nigga you
release
Your lease is up at the crib, house niggaz get evicted
And videos wit white boys talking you get Wicked
Natural Born Killa, nigga you natural
an artist, call me Vincent Van Gogh
I get Louis Farrakhan dating a platinum blonde
I get skinheads bowing to Mecca and praying to Islam
I can't afford Dre,
it's the Weston
Wild Texan, no trespassin'
Long mics hit the dead arm
Planet Earth, home of Islam
Brooklyn, I was physically born, clothes torn
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