Lyrics
Grenade rap pull the pin out and throw
Keep ya heads down everybody stay low
Follow my advice if ya wanna stay breathing
Gotta keep it cool when the rockets heat seeking
You made a blow but it wasn't dynamite
Drop an A-bomb just to light up the night
Gotta watch ya step landmines on the right
One wrong move its the end of your life
Explosive on the mic it's C4
More than hardcore ya gonna get more than asked for
We don't ring bells we just blow through doors
Enter with a bang and just take what's yours
Get hit by shrapnel from multiple claymores
Thought it was a game what the fuck you play for
Blow the scene to bits I won't leave a trace
Even Gps can't pin point my place.
Niggaz talk much, well lets spit more
you got a tongue so what you need a clip for
So I jumped in the scene with a big horde
to take take down all you sick whores with pitchforks,
Its yours, the Pain you can get it
I'm too Big nigga couldn't bust so he jetted
Too quick laid him on the floor like a pallet
chopped him to pieces like lettuce
No credits, No props, you fucking with corrosive niggaz,
pop x and we doubled up the dossage
Hopeless
with MC's I'm not patient
burning your membranes like space radiation
I'm paving the way for the kids on my Island
Blow it up, See little bodyparts flying
And then there was silence, ppsssss Hush
and then a Big Bang - Dope D.o.D. Combust!
When we bust! We bust! Combustable...
You cant see us! We just!
Untouchable...
When we bust! We bust! Combustable...
You cant see us! We just!
Untouchable...
When we bust! We bust! Combustable...
You cant see us! We just!
Untouchable...
When we bust! We bust! Combustable...
You cant see us! We just!
Untouchable...
Let gass leak through the whole hall of the flat
I'll count to three you're in control of the match spark it, burn the appartment
people are forced to jump 4 floors down to the concrete
Combustable substance, dont anger me
I'll snap in a sec and perform
a fatality
Vicious, the Reaper, Rotten and Peter
Lowlives in your eyes we are under-achievers
Now we bombing the scene bitch!
When they see us they scream we're extremists
Hijack a plane as the pilot get strangled
Dope's on the intercom: "your
flights been cancelled"
The crowd is in danger once we're on stage
people disintegrate in shock waves
this is not a phase, we live it!
Blowing up quick like mixtures in physics!!!
Writer(s): Frank Boersma, Mark Van Dijk, Jannes Lelieveld, Peter Lelieveld
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