Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fist, artist - Heiruspecs. Album song A Tiger Dancing, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Fist |
First things first we control the outbursts |
Lurch like a nurse to your service |
The worst is yet to hit wax, there’s too many new cats |
That lack the raw ability to work on slip mats |
Agility is key, need to know how to flex |
Or church, get religion is your next best bet |
You kill me with your death threats |
The mere possibility of coming with some ill enough shit is worthless |
You couldn’t scratch the surface with a grinder |
I would’ve never guessed that you would try to be a dope rhymer |
Givin' shiners to the toys that think they’re dope |
If I wanted mumbling I would rap with the pope |
Nope, he didn’t go there at all |
I’m decorated like an Easter egg |
You get smacked around like a handball |
I’m landin' all my shots at the finish |
You’ll be like «I don’t want the loss can we call this a |
Scrimmage?» |
I don’t care about image, I just do me |
I see your game plan but I don’t want to live a movie |
You know you fucked up? |
you’re goin' the wrong way |
One day you’ll wake up pimped just like Beyoncé |
We all say we want to get paid |
But ain’t a whole lot of us that just want to get played |
Every single one of us thinks we rip it fat |
If I’m Scarface you get the shaft like Craig Mack |
You’re wack |
(Muad'dib) |
Pen touch the brain, lightning strike the rod |
Mike barrage |
Disjointed, poignant, slightly odd |
Off the stairs, where? |
Oops, you might get lost |
Cross your fingers, boss |
T minus 1 to liftoff |
Spring, sport the Air Jakalope tactic, snatch the rope |
Grappling hook grab, swing past the moat |
Platinum magnum welded from melted medallions spoke |
«Number 1 with a bullet» the quote, membership revoked |
Slow down, openly grope the pronouns |
To properly pronounce the whole sound |
Open your mouth, don’t mumble, stumble, or punk out |
If you don’t need your hair parted, duck the fuck down |
Now, you might like to believe that I’m trying to preach |
I’m trying to keep my back teeth from laughing at me |
The wise ones |
They like to size up the speech, hide between tongue and cheek and get |
To cackling |
If it’s weak |
They see it even before it gets to tapping its feet to the beat |
Y’all |
Early deterrent system, standard feature |
We both came here to rock mics |
Turn it up if you like this |
Don’t stop what we all like |
Put your hand up in a tight fist |
(Felix) |
My major is intensity, my minor is the beat |
Any bouncing rhythm and I’ll sweep it off its feet |
I’m bound to wreck shop in any hood or barrio |
Cause I crush the competition like I’m Super Mario |
It goes 1 for the treble and 2 for the bass |
Come on y’all, I like the satin and the lace |
While battering the place the pace reaches a sprint |
I curse like the Osbourne’s while doing my stint |
In the summer you tint skin we tint that glass |
We keep all cool and roll with the top brass |
From top cats to home we keep killin' them ears |
You ain’t killed a show yet but you’ve been killin' them years |