Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hit Me Now, artist - Clear Soul Forces. Album song Still, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
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! |