Issue No 145 The Barbarian Lyrics

Check out the buffalo fur
Get the engine running
The golden shield
Dirt there, my soiree like 500 pounds
See my fucking arms, nigga

Conan the Barbarian, mission fishing for cake
Dishing away, pitching, there's no competition
We ignore bombs, starch you with the iron holders
Applying science to these war drums
I come with my partners, some as the archers
Camouflage, dodging in apartments
The last of a living breed
To hold court in the streets just like the Middle East
223s, left 'em curled up like a centipede
You got your life, niggas, and there's me
My words is like 20 000 euro jewelry
The writing on the wall read the God's fury
Dirt bag keep the shit dirty
Your secular styles is worldly, feminine and girly
I do this rapping shit passionately plus masculine
The soul assassin, black masking it

This is California's finest, home grown District 3
Fresno city, Babylon's mystery
This is California's finest, home grown District 3
Fresno city, Babylon's mystery

Attack of the throne, I'll never get my gold stones
The chancellor, recognize me by the robe
I'm back in better form, it's better for 'em
Watching these pop niggas turn the kettle corn
This ain't your everyday ABC Sesame Street
Down Syndrome, rap, retarded goon, nigga, program
This is that Asiatic thug shit, international
Selling drugs, busting slug shit
Chicago when you thinking like a rapper
While I'm thinking like Carlo Slim
Sounded like space investments
Peep out the tabernacle testaments
That the hundred year old god came to bless you with
King Tut, my team tough, viral spinning
See the monks every time you see the vinyl spinning
It's just me and Grace Jones on the chariot
Conan the Barbarian