Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 8 Count, artist - DaghaDate of issue: 26.01.2006
Song language: English
8 Count |
| One, two, three, four |
| What the hell did we come here for? |
| Put your hands to the sky and stomp the floor |
| This is on the 8 count y’all need to give me more |
| Just like five, six, seven, eight |
| This type of joint no need for a break |
| Real heads gotta know cause those who don’t be the fake |
| No splice and dice I gets nice on one take |
| I gets nice on one take… |
| I gets nice on one take… |
| Cerebral matter I shatter |
| Yadda yadda with data, I’m badder |
| This black cat will cross under your ladder |
| And rapture the hereinafter |
| My energy slap’s ya |
| Even with a mind like Minolta you can’t capture |
| I freeze frames like ice rain with nice range |
| Leave mics stained / despite change I write |
| Strange enough to relay / D-A with the DJ |
| I be a superhighway, web net and freeway |
| Delay, pause for the cause |
| Greater than Santa Claus fuck some man-made laws |
| The choice is yours |
| My vision, decision, precision incision |
| Regardless of traditions and such |
| I keep my foot on the gas, steady shifting the clutch |
| RPM’s make cylinders bust |
| Wet behind the ears cause you’re still in the crust |
| Your fillings will rust |
| Still travelling upstream for that ultimate rush |
| Get on the bus like… |
| One, two, three, four |
| What the hell did we come here for? |
| Put your hands to the sky and stomp the floor |
| This is on the 8 count y’all need to give me more |
| Just like five, six, seven, eight |
| This type of joint no need for a break |
| Real heads gotta know cause those who don’t be the fake |
| No splice and dice I gets nice on one take |
| I gets nice on one take… |
| I gets nice on one take… |
| Spit flames like blowtorch |
| Burn study emcees for to dust and ashes |
| The clutch I’m grabbing |
| Shifting at 186,000 miles per second — the speed of light |
| Through these cold days and heated nights… |
| Got a hot track, gotta beat it right |
| So I step up, switch that neck up |
| Give respect up, Come selectah! |
| Illustrious D the resurrector |
| Breathing life like a conscious fetus going full term in the womb |
| Emerge with the Boom Bap |
| Mic tap, b-boying… and putting graph on the map |
| DJ’ing the scratch and breakbeats |
| Create sheets with straight heat |
| Blacker than the core of the sun radiate on your crown |
| Get down there’s no alarm warning or forecast |
| No systems of emergency broadcast |
| The God smash propaganda and slander |
| The average man can’t understand-a |
| Of wreck, I’m the commander… |
| Stand up! |
| One, two, three, four |
| What the hell did we come here for? |
| Put your hands to the sky and stomp the floor |
| This is on the 8 count y’all need to give me more |
| Just like five, six, seven, eight |
| This type of joint no need for a break |
| Real heads gotta know cause those who don’t be the fake |
| No splice and dice I gets nice on one take |
| I gets nice on one take… |
| I gets nice on one take… |
| Start the countdown, clowns are pound in surround sound |
| Sight’s phrases turn the stage into ground round |
| Crowd speechless |
| Power released now increases |
| Devour on beaches, buildings, and bridges and founded pieces |
| My thesis could move crowds |
| Yanking payments with pages |
| The mazes of phrases are ageless equations |
| As I drop style, chop bones in the rock pile |
| Enemies erased are placed In a locked file |
| Souls that I hold in a mold made of gold |
| The wind blows, stones are causing a pitfall |
| Volcanic ashes around will surround towns |
| Many pounds of clowns are found in the sizznound |
| Opposition will drown, more bodies are rinsed now |
| Soundwaves cave and escape to high ground |
| Riddles ripple through your cubicle crushing your compound |
| So your better calm down and ring the alarm now |
| One, two, three, four |
| What the hell did we come here for? |
| Put your hands to the sky and stomp the floor |
| This is on the 8 count y’all need to give me more |
| Just like five, six, seven, eight |
| This type of joint no need for a break |
| Real heads gotta know cause those who don’t be the fake |
| No splice and dice I gets nice on one take |
| I gets nice on one take… |
| I gets nice on one take… |