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Kamikaze
5,305
Hip-Hop/Rap
Kamikaze was released on January 11, 2011 by Top Dawg Entertainment as a part of the album Setbacks
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Release DateJanuary 11, 2011
LabelTop Dawg Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
William T Brown
William T Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Willie B
Willie B
Producer

Lyrics

Gun me, I'll gun you down
Trade a body for a body
****, kamikaze
Tired of living no healthcare
I ain't fucking with welfare
But it's wrapped down, Hell's near
Sherm on every corner like fountains near
G Rock, mountaineer, trunk coats the chopper well
Double up, ROC-A Wear
Win or lose, nothing's fair
Black Jack, state the pair
Twenty rounds, one in the head
Whole clip, straight to bed
Breaking news, fuck the Feds
Couple up, Simon Says
Do the job, nothing said
Neighbors seen this shit for years
Hopped out, outta range
Close up, not a stain
Gut shot, got him mane
Shit bag, potty trained
No time for a ****
Got a strike up on my record
And I'm playing shit for what it's gon' be
A ****'s sitting on his last hundred
Plus I owe the homie fifty
And my bitch, yeah, she riding on E
Somebody gotta die
A body for a body, ****
Shit, I'm feeling kamikaze
Somebody gotta die
A body for a body, ****
Shit, I'm feeling kamikaze
****, welcome to Hell's Kitchen
Prayers missing
And doing good was no intentions
With the shit that I'm kicking, Heaven's too far for forgiveness
Stuck with a mission, choppers
By the windows see the silhouette
Just like I'm heading fishing
Pay your rent or you meet your soul eviction
Greet the reaper, deliver death like serving pizza
Dull pieces, shell crack like Sunday Easter
And feel this ether, pyromaniac
You **** keisters
Ain't shit but ass, newest task we scheming cash
Smoking hash, we let it ash
Off a dime like Steve Nash
.22 by my lower calf
Steal a heart, then squeeze and blast
Fucking laugh, Shady more than Aftermath
Off Eminem's my name is Slim
We ain't the same, no synonym
No sin in 'em, we get it in like Lucifer
Down and dirty emperor
Hells, demon, angels
'Bout to rat-tat-sniff for you
I major in your minisher
Left his ass holy by the minister
Immortal Kombat finisher
No time for a ****
Got a strike up on my record
And I'm playing shit for what it's gon' be
A ****'s sitting on his last hundred
Plus I owe the homie fifty
And my bitch, yeah, she riding on E
Somebody gotta die
A body for a body, ****
Shit, I'm feeling kamikaze
Somebody gotta die
A body for a body, ****
Shit, I'm feeling kamikaze
Gangster, gangster, read all about it
A **** got smoked, the killer name remain silent
Gangster, gangster, read all about it
There's guns in the street
I know the government's supplying
Prison wars, race riots, ice pick in the neck, you flat line
Another common grave for mankind
Yeah, every step I take a land mine
Blowing up like 9/11, Hiroshima, Pearl Harbor
Afghan hobbies, got me feeling kamikaze
Kaboom, blow up the party
Slippy slidey doddy, peace on Earth so don't remind me
Die in honor, Unabomber
You prima donna, I'm ghetto version of Giacona
Mob bosses count losses, gain profits
The same logic
Did it all for still stay silent
And keep the gangster grooving in my blood Cuz
Fifty's who I do it for
Die for mine and battle yours
No time for a ****
Got a strike up on my record
And I'm playing shit for what it's gon' be
A ****'s sitting on his last hundred
Plus I owe the homie fifty
And my bitch, yeah, she riding on E
Somebody gotta die
A body for a body, ****
Shit, I'm feeling kamikaze
Somebody gotta die
A body for a body, ****
Shit, I'm feeling kamikaze
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