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    Kardinal Offishall / Lyrics

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    "Ol' Time Killin'" Lyrics

    Kardinal Offishall feat. I.R.S. and Jully Black

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    INTRO [Korry Deez]
    E'rebody ah talk 'bout sound killing
    When they dun know, we are original sound killer
    Fassyhole you know we
    Anytime we start dance-dance a fi lock
    Girl follow back a we
    We have e'rething pon cock
    Can't chant to we
    We start dance from 19-o-long
    Pick a only firefighter a we collect
    A dub plate we have
    Anytime we drop Kardinal, IRS and Wio
    A blood clot big tune dat

    [Kardinal Offishall]
    Yes
    Oh me oh me oh my (what)
    Them a try run Mr. Kardi-ni, flavours you can't deny (what)
    'Cause them Circle cats rhyme so fly
    Them tracks stay do or die and (what) as (what)
    When them write a murder song before a cats can't turn around
    I jump and beg for they live (what)
    Lick off a style, me-a-fi put dem all back
    Rap from T-dot to the Bronx and Bricks and come back
    (Will you wake me up?)

    [Wio-K]
    If an emcee step outta line,I feel them affi get cut up
    But up, lick up, fist up, sound get brek up
    Beat up and kick up until they boy start hiccup
    (Girlfriend what's your name?)
    How ya look, so sweet with your horse legs acting like you're strange
    It's full time, now you come off on dat range
    My name's Wio, bareback rhyming in the plains
    [Allistair]
    Blessin' this, effortless, mess with this, eff with this
    If you think you got a chance to dance with your devilish messages
    Stressing this can only lead to battery
    You rattle me, request to battle me I take as flattery
    I see ya, grip your bible,I'm the lyrically homicidal idol
    Who's liable to take your title with a single recital, it's vital
    You respect the steez, I get vexed with ease
    Don't make me ask you to respect me please
    CHORUS [Jully Black & BlackKat?]
    It's an old time, ol' time killing
    We a deal with, run and get your money clip
    For another day in another way
    De man dem, nuh take the ray ray
    We are a murderahs
    Killas...murder

    [BlackKat]
    Yo, 1-8-7
    Cold blood I meant to do it ruthless
    Knew it was murder since Da Grassroots produced it
    Now we got some ax-murderers upon the track
    Burning murder onto wax
    So you can witness the attack, it's Black... Kat
    The nigga who writes to burn flavour
    So hype the Source should give us 5 mics and 2 turntables
    We spitting this with beats so ridiculous
    And rhyme style limitless, let's see if they can get with this
    [Kardinal Offishall]
    Wio - you're crazy, your tough talk don't amaze me
    Imaginary gats busting just don't faze me
    Lick a shot, wave your flag, gunfinga in the air
    Headstone on your 12" says Mr. Kardinal and the Monolith was there
    From '94 to now, the beats run wild in the East
    Leaving 'nuff man decease, I got two middle fingers that's made for 5-0
    Babylon fi get dust and let my people dem go

    [CHORUS]

    [Kardinal Offishall]
    Call me a sound (killa), gut (filla), rhyme (spilla)
    Don't date vanilla, hip hop guerilla
    Mind (chilla), don't drink Miller Lite
    Night thrilla, spite might fill ya
    Bite and you invite with a recite to kill ya

    [Wio -K]
    The tox licker, shot licker
    Girls flock quicker, since my crop got bigger
    Get yanked like a glock trigger, just to make the plot thicker
    Girls got thicker, I'm run up in the spot quicker
    (Don't let them watch me so)
    I'm the nigga your son really wants to chill with and know
    You must think it's me that make that nigga act so
    Vexed 'cause your church friends gossip on the low

    (Wio - let me say)
    Now for the people who don't know what's gwaning
    They sleeping on the whole city, stretching in your heart
    Not knowing that T-dot's about to shake your ass out your dreams
    So (wake up) before you end up in a pine box
    Seen

    [CHORUS]
    You better run go and get your money clip
    [Jully Black]
    Run go get your money clip
    Run go get your money clip
    The emcee killa, killa killa
    This song was submitted on April 29th, 2014 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Lawrence Krsone Parker, Sly Dunbar, Roger Perry, Jason Harrow, Domingo F. Padilla, Kevin Coley, Korry Marcus Downey, Alwyn Christopher Phillips, Everton Bonner, John Christopher Taylor, Lloyd Oliver Willis, Clement Dodd, Dave Kelly, Barrington Levy Ainswo.
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