Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snake Eyes, artist - Harry Mack.
Date of issue: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Snake Eyes |
Yeah |
Uhh, yuh |
C’mon, uhh, yeah, okay |
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me all the way up |
Turn me |
Uhh, turn me all the way up |
C’mon, yeah, yeah |
Turn me all the way up |
There’s no solvin' us, impossible problems |
My colossal foes get laid up in the hospital often |
Yeah, and when I’m done, I gotsta go |
I’m prob’ly hoppin' in the cab 'n shit, rappin' sick |
H-Mack is the one that’s most legit |
Closin' it down for all o' you rappers |
Who the fuck in they right mind callin' you rappers to these label meetin’s? |
Ayo, I spit the shit that’s fatal |
Greetin' rappers with the blade |
Then I slice 'em, flavor’s enticin' |
I sprinkle spice inside o' the recipe, none are testin' me |
Let’s just see who could really charge this shit up electrically |
Homie, touchin' me like touchin' electric fences |
Heh, I’ma break down all these rappers' defenses |
The intenseness, I mean, the intensity will eventually catch on |
I’m lookin' for a beat I can flex on, I wreck songs |
I damage 'em, got rappers vanishin', they disappearin' like Harry Houdini |
«Harry, you seen these rappers up on the YouTube screen… |
…They tryin' to do the shit that you do… |
…But they ain’t improvisin' like you!» |
Yeah, I admire 'em, too |
They be up on they grind, though, my dude |
They workin' hard at this, they 'bout to be a part o' this |
I’m on some brand new art 'n shit, I’m pavin' a new lane in this |
My brain is lit, I’m way too damn insane for this; |
you think you sick? |
You can’t really compete with what I do over beats |
So check the way that I be spewin' my heat |
I bring the blue flames, no butane, who thinks they nicest? |
Mack is 'cause when he be rhymin', the dice is |
Up in my palm, that means I’m takin' them risks |
When I shake 'em, it’s snake eyes, I make it legit |
Yeah, bring me the money, you dummies think that you shinin' |
Like sunny weather in Los Angeles? |
That thought is scandalous! |
Doin' damages to anyone in my area |
I’m pullin' out the shovel, then I’m quickest to bury ya |
Yeah, and y’all know my flowin' been ether |
Uhh, I’m sendin' rappers to the Grim Reaper |
Uhh, they been wonder where I been at |
Huhh, just notice one thing, my mind is intact |
In fact, I been workin' on the next degree |
Of how to flex with ease and check emcees |
So, next time you see me |
I’ma make the most advanced complex calculus equations look easy |
I’m blazin', indeedy |
I’m gettin' to the green like Luigi |
My mic is in the red like Mario |
These rappers claim they hard, I’m like, «Yeah, y’all hardly flow!» |
Uhh, we celebratin', bitch, it’s a party, yo |
Don’t you see that I’m nice with the free raps |
Uhh, greatest off the top, these rappers wanna be that |
Problem is, that’s where we at |
Yeah, we in the top slot, thought you was half as hot, you not |
Y’all done forgot about the essence |
I be a king up in this thing, by comparison, rappers is just some peasants |
Embarrassin', should be cherishin' all the styles I’m deliverin' |
So cold, when I’m finished spittin', the sound man is shiverin' |
Damn! |
Get to adjustin' the level |
Mack, I’ma take y’all high like treble |
Check out the way I prove all these rappers see-through |
Tell the man behind the board to be adjustin' the EQ |
Y’all know that I’m bustin' it off top |
Y’all know that I’m goin' over your head like a bald spot |
All o' these rappers, they claim that they hot but they not and that’s a problem |
I might hop a jet so I can span the country from LA to Gotham |
They again, I have no option |
Let’s get it poppin' all up in the EU |
Worldwide tours, they gon' see dude hoppin' on the stage |
Yeah, lettin' more fly freestyle lyrics out the cage |
It’s a S-P-A to the double-Z |
Don’t try to test me, y’all know I trouble these |
Rappers, indeed, I got they brains meltin' |
Insane how I pelt 'em with lyrics like a hailstorm, I’m in rare form |
Homie, I’m about to reign supreme like Portland weather |
So support the better rappers in the industry Who instantly put thoughts |
together |
Illest frees off top, that’s what I brought forever |
What! |
It’s just a spazz, y’all |
Uhh, yeah, it’s just a spazz, y’all Uhh, c’mon, it’s just a spazz, y’all |
It’s like this, hold up, it’s like that, y’all |
Uhh, yeah, it’s just a spazz, y’all uhh, uhh, it’s just a spazz, y’all |
Yeah, c’mon, it’s just a spazz |
Y’all Harry to the motherfuckin' Mack, y’all |
What! |
And that’s how we do this thing, man! |
All the way off top |
Rhythmic insanity got the industry panicky |
Yeah |
Uhh |
Elvin Jones with the devilish poems |
Yeah, Tony Williams with the flows that’s brilliant |
Feel me |
Hahaha! |
It’s enough! |