Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song X-Men VS Street Fighter, artist - Iceberg TheoryDate of issue: 17.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
X-Men VS Street Fighter |
| It’s Iceberg… Theory |
| Yo, if you’re hearing me consider yourself lucky |
| Consider yourself blessed |
| Shoe string sanity |
| For pockets double knotted |
| Til' we chill in sun, tropics |
| Arteries flood corroded |
| Prayers to the Goddess |
| Split shares with Lama’s |
| Silk robes of the finest |
| Hand woven, not designer |
| Teachings spread bubonic |
| I mold mine into diamonds |
| Pyramids of Mayan |
| A sign of the times dying |
| Sunshine designed by purified fire |
| Staying alive |
| Searching for guidance |
| Resurrected messiahs |
| Stare into the eyes of Gaia |
| Blinded by science |
| Ya whole crew is snakes |
| Put the lies in alliance |
| Whatever ya sellin' we not buying |
| Land of the blind man wit one eye |
| Son of Poseidon |
| Born in the Cayuga |
| Its only time that we biding |
| When me and Kwam form its like galaxies collidin' |
| …like spliffs and red giants |
| Ugh, fuck you goin'? |
| Nowhatamsayin' |
| Yo put dat right there |
| Put dat wit dat |
| Understan' me? |
| I be smokin' the haze |
| Mix it down wit the kush |
| See the snort in the face |
| You can tell by the look |
| 1845 classic European wall paintin' |
| I smoke the bottom jar shakin' |
| One good foot |
| Step aside wit the 1−2 |
| Best foot forward |
| Sauce au jus |
| Uh, I run it down in the house shoes |
| If I have to then I’m bout to |
| Uh, Willie Beamin nickle plated coverage |
| Flash the work then they snubbed it |
| Does this and you doesn’t |
| We was what you wasn’t |
| Snub her husband and She loves it |
| Talkin' breakin' space |
| I just need to change the pace |
| Hit the come up University of Pace |
| Uh, China bus hold the case, Uh |
| Uh-uh, there ain’t no trust in this space, nah |
| Nah |
| Ain’t no trust in it |
| Uh, Bet 5 the team still getting' green from the sniff |
| If it burn funny you gotta knock the seed out the spliff |
| I’ve been around you never seen on the shift |
| And I never got sent to the store for Dutches and Chips |
| Guess that’s where I have to take it |
| ‘Cause yall don’t listen to lyrics (nah) |
| …Only hear it if it’s a gimmick (yeah) |
| I keep hearing that I should build it |
| If I build then they comin' |
| Put er’body up in it (yeah) |
| Mausoleum put everybody up it |
| Anybody, everybody |
| ‘Cause anybody can get it |
| Let them tell it, man, er’body is wit it (wit' the shits) |
| Trigger pull, hammer clap |
| Gat kick back |
| Push ya wig back |
| You point it out |
| I gotta kill that |
| I got a heart but I don’t feel that |
| Where the real at? |
| You fake the funk until it peel back |
| You can’t conceal that, no |
| Where’s the honor in the game |
| Ya soul ain’t got a price |
| But you sellin' it for fame |
| It’s a shame |
| I hope you pick up what I’m puttin' down |
| Look around when we reign |
| These clowns ain’t the same |
| Look close you see they makeup start to fade (mane) |
| Yea, Kwam what it is? |
| Ima be down there in Austin wit you |
| Runnin' ‘round wit them lil' bitches |
| That got the lil' tiny handguns In they pocketbook an' shit |
| I know how Texas get down |
| We just bringin' that New York shit southern |
| Real dirty, dirty |
| Yaknowhatamsayin' |
| I took the China bus right down to the city, ya feel me? |
| (hah) |