Lyrics Hit Me Now - Clear Soul Forces

Hit Me Now

Normally I would come to the studio with a cannon
But I pulled the master sword and I’m looking to slay Gannon
At last word to Etta James, fond memories of better days
My, mic check the Breath of the Wild just check the Sheikah Slate
Before he engage in, lyrical combat
Training for days in the woods
Nov got the Mark of the Wolves
Check it!
Flows larger than life, Hell hath no
Fatal Fury I’m Terry Bogard on the mic, uh
Give me three of my homies to form Voltron
And give credit live forever through cybernetics like Ultron
My mind’s the coldest weapon like Jean Grey in a snowstorm
The telepathic, rent me a room at the X Mansion
My expansion, more like Nintendo type of classic
I blast out my pupils tragic, they bow and say yes masta
Then I flow faster, gimme the topic, then I proceed to chop it
Like you in college and I’m dropping lower score to help you prosper
Nigga I got ya, open, revolutionary
You can quote this, just 'cause I’m a rapper don’t mean I don’t know shit
And I smoke bitch
or drop it like this
for 25 cents, I got a bounce like Vega in
Nigga uh, with Nov, we make yo heads nod
Plead the five if you wanna try, say we ain’t the gods
You gon' die, take a couple steps actua-lah
5+5, turn to side, never cry
Hit you with that
Hit me now!
(Hit me now!)
Hit me now!
(Hit me now!)
Hit me now!
(Hit me now!)
Hit me…
Who got that mad style, hit me now!
Who got that weed puff pass it, hit me now!
Intersection, I’m floating within your section
Prolly on cloud 11, this my level below and above the Heavens
Shit done blew up like Blu in 2007
Divinity times infinity
I’m
More cheese than a
Ilajide freaky about as cold as a Missy beat
This reign reminiscent of Orlando Shaq in '93
O’Neal, Emile heating up like it’s fourth meal
Stick a fork up in it, no Kevorkian how you feel
Start a fire once the steel sharpen steel
Spark it up so I know it’s real as the Matrix on purple pills
Dreams lucid as the yea
Pushing through for the culture, roaming through the land of pimps and profits
Bunch of Uncle Ruckus copies, eye bulging out the socket
Fire lit, pass the fucking rocket, put me in the pocket
nigga don’t trip but pull the blunt then
The way I see it the code is binary so if I’m crazy
Throw me in a room with all of the classics and I’ma make it
Ain’t a padded wall with a floor and ceiling can box me in
Title coming home, we give a dose of fresh oxygen
Pocket pad and pen, all I need, have you meet your maker
Verbal euthanasia, no zealot, walking could even save ya
Connect the dots, Europe, Africa to Asia
My vision becoming clearer with every step forward and written letter
Hit me now!
(Hit me now!)
Hit me now!
(Hit me now!)
Hit me now!
(Hit me now!)
Hit me…
Who got that mad style, hit me now!
Who got that weed puff pass it, hit me now!