Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Mind Is The Weapon (Topic 1), artist - Hawk House. Album song A Handshake To The Brain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Record label: Universal Music Operations, Virgin EMI
Song language: English
My Mind Is The Weapon (Topic 1) |
The weaponised mind |
What’s the fuss? |
What’s the fuss? |
Mic killers |
Yo, write these to give slight ease |
Check |
Look, our team is focused |
It seems you noticed, your taking notes like you need diplomas |
Beat these posers, then we stick 'em up like their just sheets and posters |
My words are my weapons, I sharpen my sword as the beast approaches |
I’ve seen the meanest soldiers turn out as a feast for vultures |
Vulcan grip on your mind so you peep my notion |
The deepest ocean couldn’t quench this heat I’m loading |
I reload my cartridge then I aim these metaphors right at your cartilage |
I know the method’s strange I’m letting letters spray |
You sprain your ankle tryna get away bredrin like when berettas wave |
And with no metal aims I hit your mental frame with these similes |
Similar to a trigger squeeze, let that resonate |
Just let it resonate, as soon as I select a page I’m hitting everything in my |
selective range |
But I don’t need to engage with a 20 gauge |
I leave my lyrics ingrained in you your people’s brains |
It’s plain, it’s plain, I leave my lyrics ingrained in your people’s brains |
My mind is the weapon |
My mind is the weapon |
My mind is the weapon |
My mind is the weapon |
My thoughts are redefined as I unwind and find some time to read between the |
lines |
I’m spinning all this truth, you see my ride |
I’m deadly with the verse I kill the beat and then repeat the crime, |
so be advised |
Seems you’ve realised that we’re feasting on fake MCs like eating rice |
And they ain’t ready 'cos my team is prime |
Feeble guys, why they always feeding lies and see disguised |
I always see right through it like I see the skies |
An elevation’s what I seek to find |
I let my words go like a missile when I release my lines |
My flow’s nasty, you can see the grime (grime) |
I leave behind the fear and doubt and then proceed to grind |
Choose to remove that blindfold and then you’ll see the signs |
Overseas we glide, this won’t be denied |
Because I’m at war but I’ve got peace of mind |
(This won’t be denied, 'cos I’m at war but I’ve got peace of mind) |
Yo these flows run for Niles |
No barracuda buying, naturally endowed |
Tell a pack of lies and that will naturally lead to to doubt |
You practically drown in too deep, someone throw in the towel |
My Dad bought a beamer back in '96 but by the time I get the ride I hope my |
drive will never drift |
As exciting as it is I break the brakes and never stay held a prisoner of my |
own mind, trapped in these brain cells |
They keep me caged well, the cade wells, they stay well |
Say we’re on the same page but your papers remain shelved |
'Cos people always fishing for the same tales |
But I’ma shake things up so I never got the same scales |
Hold anaesthetics for pandemic diseases |
Supply believers visas flying overseas for treatment |
You’re seeing in us what’s seen in the media and wikipedia can’t do me justice, |
highlighting all my achievements |
Unleash my range with these arrangements |
Ranging from 40 to 60 miles per hour with these pages, pay no attention to |
strangers |
We dangerous with the flows and all the prose actually cause abrasions |
You see we blazing, fill this in your marrow and your platelets |
We poking pògan faces 'til their bones on take it |
Broke the code, provoke your scope exposing what you’ve know to hold it sacred |
(hold it sacred) |