Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gullet Gambit, artist - Braille. Album song Lifefirst: Half The Battle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.10.1999
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Gullet Gambit |
| I’ll be a missing child just for free promotion |
| Advertise my album on the panel of your milk carton, what?! |
| This fucking |
| Position bucking sporadically |
| Expunging wreck like demolition |
| Get you open with knife incision |
| I was charged with possession of ten dead bodies in my trunk |
| They were alive last time I checked |
| Must’ve been when I hit that speed bump |
| You’re a true honey bun |
| I shove a beehive up your wreck |
| With heads often shoot 'em out cannons |
| Choosing my victims at random |
| Packing my punch with |
| Bust holes in all y’all souls |
| Dislocate your jaw so bad you bite chunks off your earlobes |
| Yo impress of the fly souls, stuff to make your head explode |
| in toilet bowls, get gasoline poured on their clothes |
| from the globe, I’m no trend I’m permanent |
| Put my hand through your throat, make a sock puppet poet |
| I’ve ruthless, feed bodies down to a bloodstain on my carpet |
| So put on an iron mask and hide yourself inside |
| (I'm vicious!) |
| Take a bird feeder out of your caucus |
| Speak in the mic and wipe every MC out in Rawkus |
| «At this point I’m way beyond the average MC» |
| «When he next man says, «Yo, you rhyme good for being white'» — Sev Statik |
| 'Rebuild' |
| I’ll leave you nameless like songs on the tape with no tracklist |
| Shot my video with a camcorder and edit live on Public Access |
| I’m so raw consulting my CD causes hepatitis |
| Got the mic covered with asbestos, you can’t burn it or touch it |
| Interrupt this broadcast like everything you have in half |
| Smash your nose so hard you kissed your forehead from the impact |
| You wanted to battle behind my back now you asking for an autograph |
| So we can battle for respect |
| I’ll sign «best wishes» on your epitaph |
| Rip your arms off in combat and slap your face till you collapse |
| Knock the talent out you ask, «Homie where’s your skills at?» |
| I sign record contracts and disappear in ink |
| And watch record labels fight over Eastwick release |
| When Celph’s beats strike they damage eye sights like strobe lights |
| Take custody of your heart and give you visitation rights |
| Stab you in your back with your chin |
| I got your back, finish him! |
| Carve my name on your back with a safety pin |
| I got you back again |
| In the underground where 50 heads is capacity crowd |
| I rock shows in your backyard |
| «Hey, keep it down!» |
| When Braille comes around |
| Your heart drops to your stomach |
| So call your stomach «hip hop» and put your heart in it |
| The results of an |
| Rocking beats that make your neck hurt |
| In the studio I’m mad live but couldn’t do this song in concert |
| Acupuncture structures with toothpicks |
| It’s over I’m taking over |
| Knock you out with one punch |
| Call me the «One Hit Wonder» |
| Talk is cheap when you can’t afford a dictionary |
| You wanna be complex? |
| Go study Egypt and chemistry |
| I’m able to diss any MC on every song on my LP |
| And still catch them buying a copy |
| Attending the record release party |
| I mess with heads, give white kids dreads |
| Strictly barbershop |
| Look at me the wrong way |
| Catch A Bad One like Biz Markie |
| I put this on wax for DJ’s so I better be getting some airplay |
| Or watch me get ill with scissors, razors and hairspray |
| Biting what I say results eating disorders |
| Don’t ever try to steal my skill |
| Until you can handle the effects of the powers |
| It doesn’t matter, fine I’ll let your rhyme just keep in mind |
| I’m the one that hit it with the best lines in the 1−9-9−9 |