Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Savage Beast, artist - DZK. Date of issue: 30.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Savage Beast |
| Yo when I pick-up a mic, I get shivers like winter nights |
| When I’m spittin right, grippin it tight, adrenaline spikes |
| Like a fight was incited in the cypher and I’m the type to ignite |
| The violence when my rivals in sight — I’m wilin |
| Inviting a writer to bite what I scribe with a pilot |
| I’m a bison in stride, strikin any guy who would try it |
| Brighter than lightning riding the skies, a titan |
| The size of giant and timeless, surviving any crisis arising |
| I rhyme inter-twining science with a fright-en-ning kind |
| Of maniacal bias inspired by crime and defiance |
| For societal pro-pri-ety -- try me-- I’m silently |
| Devising vials of viral diseases, so finally |
| These people I despise will consume lethal fumes |
| When me and my goons release plumes on the streets you use |
| From heated moving balloons, till you see on the news |
| You need leak proof suits and tubes to breathe through too |
| My music is a fusion of acoustical fuel and the brutal |
| Views of a nuisance who uses the tunes he produces |
| To get you to do shit and induce a movement of new and |
| Improved revolution within a few minutes of viewing it |
| I’m losing it daily, my crew’s been a scary influence on |
| Burymore choosing to carry more tools than repair-men and using em |
| On various stupid arrogant dudes daring to prove shit |
| I’m airing two clips and ain’t caring who’s hit |
| I’m sicker than livers after litres of liquor were in em |
| I breathe benzene steam→feed on litter and bleed venom |
| My track skills are so ill cuz I see with a green vision |
| Field, and I feel, people’s heat signatures keep switchin |
| I hone in to a foe’s position with primo precision |
| I see no reason to get emotional over leaving you twitchin |
| Broken and beaten, ya clothes soaked in hemoglobin and piss when |
| I open your throat with a choke, so viscious it rips in |
| To your skin and past tissue, to de-tatch your kisser |
| From your little bitch ass neck, when I grab and hit you |
| I’m faster than missiles, actually I’m faster than the signals |
| Transmitted to blast missiles, I catch bullets from pistols |
| I can be drunk, high, passed out or nappin, asleep |
| I’ll catch a ninja’s daggers with a clap, inches from stabbin me |
| If you added all the casualties, I’ve casually had in a week |
| You’d have to get NASA to do the math, I’m a savage beast |