Drums of Death

[Intro]

Drums of death

Drums of death

Drums of death

Drums of death

[Verse 1]

Freeze, my mic please

Rappers down with Solo's lyrics homilies

Quote me in the Book of Life as one of the baddest

Death's a way of life so welcome to my kingdom of madness

With rhymes, I embrace walls of terror

You can only find yourself when you stand in the mirror

And rappers walk away or dare straight to the death angel

In my empire, of rappers, I'll make graves

The blood is kept for drink of the sire

As rappers kneel to my throne of fire

I'll mangle, strangle rappers at any angle

'Til they disappear, like in the Bermuda triangle

No trace for life, gone without a fight

What remains are he drums of death and a mic

In my world, he was marked as a burglar-uh

My rhymes killed him so I'm marked as a murderer (Drums of death)

Took the mic to death [?] words defy

And rappers pray for rap blood

The sacrificial sacrifice, his soul is mine

I break his mic, I say the hell with his rhymes

I'm the emperor of anger, nothin's left

As Solo gets stronger as the drums of death

[Hook]

Drums of death

Drums of death

Drums of death

Drums of death

[Verse 2]

The seven seals [?] prophecy fulfilled

I'm rappin' with an evil spirit [?] killed

MCs notice, try to run, yell, exhale

But now fell to the clutches of Hell

Madness turns you loose in the brain they die

All in they ears, now yellin' Solo's name

Mercy, is what you say I should give you

But when I grab ya, I hit ya, I'll kill ya when I split ya (Drums of death)

Rhymes are sharper than a two-edge sword

Some cry for God, but down here, Solo is Lord

Of Darkness—ever since I started this

I wasn't known as the [?] rap artist

My vocals so different I had to say [?] bring my jam backwards

K-Solo [?] is who I am

As I commence with rhymes to take you higher

Rap is burning breathing in the lava lake of fire

No remorse for rappers of course, they're lost

Biggie Smalls, hang the kid on the cross

"Should we kill him Solo? (Think we should shoot him?)

Hold him still! Let Biggie Smalls execute him

[Hook]

Drums of death

Drums of death

Drums of death

Drums of death

[Verse 3]

As I commence to release a masterpiece

Rappers and old breakbeats I make 'em feast the flesh

Cooked on a fire for the sire

The flame engaged, I rhyme five words higher

Then get a bite from the beast of death

But they should know better, their best bet was to step

Those with [?] was the key to the bottomless pit

No light, combine darkness

Rappers with heart, grab a mic and let's start this

New way of life for those who might walk through darkness

With no fear or fright

So you're consumed, in other words doom

Locked in a fleet of madness, concealed in a red room

Of murder, punk, chump that's the outcome

Spell murder backwards you get redrum

I drink the redrum 'til none's left

It makes Solo stronger as the drums of death

[Hook]

Drums of death

Drums of death

Drums of death

Drums of death