Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mars On Life, artist - Clear Soul Forces. Album song Fab Five, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Mars On Life |
Inhale, exhale |
Heartbeat (what, what?) |
Trunked up feeling knocking in your speakers |
Fab Five, Fab Five |
Raise up your hands |
Get them higher |
I knew you niggas wouldn’t understand it |
I took a leap of faith |
And broke the record once I landed |
The standards being standards |
So stand up |
I flip words, they handstand (stands up) |
Chiroprac-rapping hip-hop is back-cracking |
We re-align your spine when we rhyme |
I been sitting on the outside |
Looking in the room, was knocking on the door |
Was there, porter wouldn’t let me through |
That’s why I’m locked in this recording booth |
That holds the keys to my future |
Like a visit to the oracle |
Blue vinyl fight to your stereo |
Fab Five Wolverines is on the radio |
J.Larose, Chris Web is on the radio |
Howard King, Ray Jacks on the radio |
Work no headphones without Beats |
Writing relief, stress on my mental |
Like (?), think |
I’m a living legend |
With a rhyme fetish |
Rap on a (?) genetics |
And (?) finetics |
The new veteran represent |
Microphone atletics aesthetics |
The first of my kind |
Peep (?) of Prime, the pistol |
Another accidental blast again |
I walk away from an accident dragging like two victims |
Me and my rapper friends like pathogens |
Moving through your immune system |
Abuse rhythm and shed light like two prysms |
For starters, I’m crushing rapper’s jawns |
With a (?) |
That snaps back I’m Henry Rowengartner |
A cyborg with some nice form |
In an ice storm, cold as fuck |
Knock you off your bicycle with an icicle |
You don’t want to get into it |
(?) assassin after the cyber-initiative |
Would you die for your penmanship |
Picture this, I’m Jason Bourne |
Disarming rappers in front of a liquor store |
Putting them in a figure four |
Fantastic, fucking elaborate |
Prepping to do a backspin |
Put this verse in a (?) |
Split the mic like a fraction |
I’m in a semi-auto (?) |
Skimming through black (?) |
Rewind, nigga fuck your comment |
Put a comma, before I get at your momma |
While penetrating the standard |
(?) that’s engulfing the local area |
Witnessing this hysteria |
Hot, my pupils blood shy |
With puffy eyelids caughing up blood |
(?) that’s how I get when I’m hostile |
So keep the (?) |
I’m randy (?) as mister Macho |
You follow like an apostle |
One hundred cadavers hollow |
This funkier than a (?) |
Making your body rock |
When the beats bang |
That makes the pebbles level |
With the pavement pop |
Sawed off pump (?) |
Slapping and crack your neck bone |
Hating we don’t condone |
We’re just? |
gigantic raps |
Tapping that bubble on her back |