Lyrics 8 Count - Dagha, Insight

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…