Kamikaze - ScHoolboy Q

Gun me down, I’ll gun you down

Trade a body for a body

Nigga kamikaze

Tired of living no healthcare, I ain’t fucking with wellfare

But its rap down, Hells near, Sherm on every corner like fountains near

G rock, mountaineer, chunk coats a cop would wear, double up, roca wear

Win or lose, none to spare, black jack safety pair

20 rounds one to the head, whole clip strike the beard

Breaking news fuck the feds, buckle up, simon says

Do the job nothing says, neighbors seen this shit for years

Hopped out, out of range, close up not a stain

Gut shot got him maimed, shit bag potty trained

No time for a nigga, got a strike up on my record

And I’m playing shit for what its gonna be

A nigga sitting on his last hundred plus I owe the homie 50

And my bitch and she ridin' on E

Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga, shit I’m feeling kamikaze

Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga, shit I’m feeling kamikaze

Nigga welcome to Hell’s kitchen, prayers missing

Doing good has no intentions, with the shit that I’m kicking

Heavens too far from forgiving

Stuck on a mission, Choppers by the windows

See the silhouettes, just like I’m heading fishing

Pay your rent or meet your soul’s eviction, greet the reaper

Deliver death like serving pizza, dome piece the shell cracked like Sunday

Easter

Feel this Ether, the pyromaniac, you niggas keisters

Ain’t shit but ass, newest task is getting cash

Smoking hash and let it ash, off a dime like Steve Nash

22 by my lower calf, see a hawk, we sqeeze and blast

(Hahaha) Fucking laugh, shady more than aftermath

Eminem’s my limit slim, we ain’t the same no synonym

No sin in them, get it in like lucifer, down and dirty emperor

With hell’s demons and angels, rat-a-tat-tat-tat sent for ya

I major in your minisher, left his ass holy by the minister

Immortal Kombat finisher

No time for a nigga, got a strike up on my record

And I’m playing shit for what its gonna be

A nigga sitting on his last hundred plus I owe the homie 50

And my bitch and she ridin' on E

Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga, shit I’m feeling kamikaze

Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga, shit I’m feeling kamikaze

Gangster, Gangster!

Read all about it, a nigga got smoked

The killers name remains silent

Gangster, Gangster!

Read all about it, there’s guns in the streets

I know the governments supplying

Prison wars, race riot, ice pick in the neck, flatline

Another comic grave for man kind

Every step I take a land mine, blowin' up like 9−11, Hiroshima, Pearl Harbor

Afghan hobbies, got me feelin' Kamikaze (KABOOM) blow up the party

Sickest lad-i-dadi, peace on Earth you dont remind me

Dying Honor, Uni-bomber, you prima donna I’m ghetto verson of Gia Connor

Mob bosses, count losses gain profits, same logic

Did it all but still stay silent, keep the gangster grooving in my blood cuz'

50's who I do it for, die for mine and ride on yours

No time for a nigga, got a strike up on my record

And I’m playing shit for what its gonna be

A nigga sitting on his last hundred plus I owe the homie 50

And my bitch and she ridin' on E

Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga, shit I’m feeling kamikaze

Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga, shit I’m feeling kamikaze