Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Second to Wreck It, artist - Epidemic.
Date of issue: 05.04.2016
Song language: English
A Second to Wreck It |
Check it |
Check it |
All need’s a second to wreck it |
My style is exquisite my characteristic spit as a flawless warrior |
Phone a story and slaughtered Mingus so call a coroner |
Pause I enforce laws my jaws cause horror for |
Weak dudes with preschool rhymes and they morals |
Fucked up with these street rules, gangsters don’t die |
We breathe through younger generation we teach to |
Beef and eat through these weak queens like peach fruits |
I smoke dudes don’t let that stick up weed mislead you |
Tech nine my lyrics get around like the West Nile |
But symptoms are better left undefined like the X-Files |
With sixteen bars you get exed out |
You better yell for help |
Cause you’ll be neglecting yourself like a step child |
Call it quits want to see what a stone cold artist is with this verse |
I bust a thousand E-Pen cartridges I’m hard as shit |
And my style is manifested with mad infections |
It’s gashes and cash reflections of that and what massive weapons |
It cannons the drastic measures the damage of mad deception |
And hand them a death certificate listed with bad impressions |
I’m intricate far from simple with wisdom and lack of reference |
I swing like it’s tennis and wind moved in and I’m mad injected |
With flammable gas and with adjectives just to crash and pass it |
And leave an unpleasant smell from his gashes |
With bad intentions hazard weapons and when I spaz back |
You need anesthetic intimidate when I eliminate |
Any man can get it |
You understand in instant my style is infinite magnificent |
Instead a stance of killing I burn like a thousand candle incenses |
Surpass a massacre so when I’m bomb and I’m acting senseless |
Of having a heart I leave behind bodies and act relentless |
I’m so far of my future that even I’m ahead of me |
Prevailed the pedigree this the last don of the better breed |
To have you on the edge of seats |
Now watch what you’re fin to see I am the history in the making |
This is the legacy |
Shh |
Ha |
Word |
Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin' about. |
Check it |
Yee, yo! |
The harder profit’s to harbor knowledge |
Finding my entourage ponder atomic concepts |
And conquering counterparts |
You faggot facade ain’t solid it’s softer than Häggen Daz |
Fuck the masonic lodges that practice demonic arts |
I’m ninety-nine percent ominous fighting like comets gliding |
With ultraviolet light that’s shining brighter than comet stars |
Hexagon harming cliques with alarming cause |
Is as synonymous as messiah osama islamics and bombing squads |
Never will I start dropping garbage I promise y’all |
I rather scar your clique 'til you admit my style is raw |
Howling at the moon like marauded dogs |
Going heart to heart |
But you’re a malice with more corners than a omni star |
Harnessing a constant consciousness with a thousand consonants |
Calmly stopping continents with concepts of hauling cause |
Murder hurdled verses and haul them off |
With howling nerds of fouling darkness |
To the end of earth 'til I’m falling off |
Composing and overdosing evoking the potent potion |
While roasting these poets boasting |
With slopes to my dulls emotion |
Exposing my souls emotion with flows like an open ocean |
And closing my coldest notion explosion when I spit |
Yo I can’t get encoded messages with a quoted emphasis |
The exorcist these devils get bent with these horror sentences |
I unpack with numb cats with bum raps who dumb act |
I’m unmatched this shits automatic static where son’s at |
But nothin' less blessing the industry |
With an omnipresent symphony molesting cats |
And mentally yapping yes? |
Tragic death for me the next infantry lacking teks |
My tendencies’ll be feeble legacy at its rest |
What niggas |