Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watch Out, artist - King Magnetic. Album song Watch Out, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: King Mag
Song language: English
Watch Out |
| Wooh |
| General |
| Magnetic what up, what up Steele? |
| Astro? |
| on this one fam. |
| Niggas hate to learn |
| (yep), and learn to hate though (haha). |
| Please educate all comrads everyday |
| (yessir) |
| «Listen to me.» |
| I pump death to the death, let the blind lead the dumb |
| I’m a mess when I’m stressed, use a mic like a gun |
| Shoot a verse through your vest verb shatter your chest |
| Every word I project manifests in the flesh |
| I’m destined to rep on deck where the weapon is kept |
| Fully loaded Smith and Wesson how I earned my respect |
| Steele the vet, I’m still ill, still with TEC |
| Still will kill that real with the King Magnetic |
| Check it, it’s highly unlikely you can out-write me |
| You might need a bodyguard like Letterman I injure men |
| I’m vintage when I blast bayonets, jacket made of ninja skin |
| So interesting I reenact the son of Sam murders |
| Don’t kid a Kinison no sin is innocent |
| I dress British, think Yiddish, my verse makes you all skiddish |
| Like De La’s first iddish, it’s Esoteric, fuck you cop outs |
| We knock cops out, hah, you should watch out |
| Cause we watch and ain’t scared of the cops |
| And when I die my lawyer in Heaven is Johnny Cochran |
| So I spread my wings let freedom ring |
| Instead of shine I used to stay on the stoop and move this loot with my Jedi |
| mind |
| Dred will find his essence, along with a weapon |
| Organize, rhyme my lines, or I deal with my |
| no second guessing, triple my stakes |
| Violate, fist to the face, inspire my apes |
| I recite grace, flashlight under my face |
| To some it’s the past life come jumped in my place |
| Asunder my taste punish the mistakes come from my hate |
| Erase the look of wonder from her face, hunger awaits |
| Wear gloves, there will be blood |
| Not to get warmer hence two strips of crud for my lip corners |
| Supreme killing machine, I’m a busybody |
| A little hard work never killed anybody |
| My mind a hologram cousin I’ve been nice since ‘86 |
| Right around the time they started moving that grey shit |
| I ain’t overcomplicated, give me the basics |
| Glock 45 Lord give you a facelift |
| I’m drunk all the time, every day May 5 |
| Rhyming ain’t for you god, stay on your dayshift |
| Negative motherfucker, I hate shit |
| Y’all are on that gay shit so you could make hits |
| Yo Mag, what up cousin? |
| What up baby |
| Yeah. |
| Let’s go |
| Fuck if you did and he suffered his tyranny |
| Harder than finding MCs that fuck with me lyrically |
| Every big touching me spiritually, knuckle invariably |
| Punk your security, sand dunes, nothing is near to me |
| ? |
| and a mask like door math teacher |
| Not a killer but King Mag chalk out features |
| Have the coroner exploring you like Dora does? |
| caught a buzz |
| War with us you can’t afford, get courted by more of us |
| Everything Is a Gamble Vol. |
| 3 |
| Kingmagnetic.com |
| Get familiar |
| Hip hop, baby |