Album Name : The French Revolution
Release Date : 2012-06-26
Song Duration : 4:29
Alterbeats Coup De Grace
(Intro)
Parlez-vous anglais?
Amadeus the Stampede
Coup de Grace
(Verse)
Gather your guns revolution hasn't begun
But it's about too,might have to splatter someone
The game's all me, that's the reason they called me
Full metal jacket,blaze on me,c'est la vie
Voulez vous coucher avec pistolet
Cognac and champagne,I got leaped the way
Give a f..ck what the people say
Kid I f..ck shit, I love this
Squad made to be triumphant
Parlez-vous anglais?
Kid I Bombay
Leave cities in ashes,
Like it was propane
Je suis la que le shone, I blaze chron
Deny any of this shit pop and it stays
Que rescision du la vava
Flow is like lava
Easy partner, we tied in like Sinatra
Bomb the square dance live armada,
Might pull a peace in retard du cart
(Chorus x2)
Danger, bang as the rifle hold up
Change the game, it derive with soldiers
Guns playing,you wanna lose 21 grands
Coupe de Grace
This is what it becomes man
(Verse)
Trenches now arm they defend the town
My friends are down,smoke shit ,blunt a cow
Rap magician, elementary my petition
Matches spitting my writings,written on affliction
Catch the picture ,I'm chafing up
The crack in kitchens
After that I'm meeting up the ave in pictures
Stand penal,you know these MC's
Don't foresee note the boat over oceans of speed falls
We go harder, and I'm battered in key lows
The speed, coke, methamphetamine,pills and weed smoke
Natural mistery, this is actual history
Trade a verse for a gun, a statue of liberty
Essential,don't believe check my credentials
Take the offensive, dig in inside your mental
Cross the intro, it's simple
I spend those grenades pin flows
Hip hop is a nympho
(Chorus x2)
Danger, bang as the rifle hold up
Change the game, it derive with soldiers
Guns playing,you wanna lose 21 grands
Coupe de Grace
This is what it becomes man
(Verse)
I'm enforcing , pour blaze like a swordsman
Take precautions it's on now we're warring
Early morning ,associates will bring you more in
Sold the storm in, when I'mma dance performing it
This is that official crap,pistol slap
Get your shit blown back,like a whistle stack
Hit the track like great trains
Letting the ave bane
We go together like late pregnancies and weight gain
Take aim,maintain steady we braise them
Shoot 'em on sight, put that on my snake chain
War party, call a colonel for more bodies
Three gunmen , two nines, and four shoties
Born hard, trues are hard call Ghandi
Send a course jolly three holes return cali
Flowers in any city ,getting busy with me
'Til I will come back, and leave 'em with shitty
skivvies
(Chorus x2)
Danger, bang as the rifle hold up
Change the game, it derive with soldiers
Guns playing,you wanna lose 21 grands
Coupe de Grace
This is what it becomes man