Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Head Rush, artist - DL Incognito.
Date of issue: 05.08.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Head Rush |
It’s like a flood, heads rush when the doors open |
The record stores stack they shelves with the most potent |
With the commotion |
Of a firearm shot in the air |
Niggaz scramble, like mammals from the front to the rear |
Son you gotta get there |
Before the shit sold out |
Ask your man if its dope and he like «no doubt» |
This niggaz got lyrics yo a stupid amount |
So many compliments I fuckin’lost count |
So many continents enjoy the sound |
When I’m clowning the beat |
I bring the heat |
Of the Cannibus and LL beef |
My records leaked |
So what! |
another one will fallow |
And that’s the shit that niggaz find hard to swallow |
Nigga hollow like points |
So they stay on the shelves |
I’m so full of my self |
That my shit gon sell |
My soundscans, won’t get me on your top 40 |
I’m in the laboratory |
Create a category, for that |
You niggaz bore me with raps, so translucent |
Get the cash, get the loot and |
The new movement |
It’s been proving |
loop it, add drums to the set |
If it ain’t broke then don’t try and fix it What the fuck you think you get |
I’m the ultimate |
The culprit |
Of the sound that be murdering decks |
An artifact is my depth |
Check my 12 inches |
And heads rush to LP’s for the rest |
So many years aching |
Just for the bread and bacon |
Niggaz flaking/ |
Now I’m making |
It’s so breathtaking |
Amazing |
DL is like a hit in the making |
I went from 8 bits to a Sony Playstation |
Niggaz pray for they time not to be up |
They see me and they freeze up They know the futures here |
Nigga read up News, mags and wired |
They herd of the messiah |
What you coke’d up like Richard Prior |
You fuckin’liar |
So you get the gas face |
Like 3rd bass |
Plus you get the ash tray |
Niggaz so pass? |
Don’t mistake my confidence for being conceded |
I’m a humble type of cat when we meeting |
Niggaz know I’m cool in person |
On tracks give beatings |
I drop jewels like the coliseum |
A 740 I is BM |
AM becomes the PM |
PM could be the last night to you breathing |
Give you something to believe in Real hip-hop duke |
From the clothes to the jeans to the boots to the crews |
From the first shell shot |
To shell toed shoe |
I’ll show niggaz if they ain’t got a clue |