Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breaching the Asylum, artist - Kataklysm. Date of issue: 30.07.2015
Song language: English
Breaching the Asylum |
| Uh-huh |
| This what you been waiting for, okay |
| Hmmmm, yup |
| Uh-huh |
| Yep, said it’s lunchtime |
| Got the beat and hopped up in the front line |
| Propped my feet, and may throw a couple punchlines |
| Actively, we droppin' this in no time, ugh (EAT) |
| All heat, I bring no fillers |
| All meat, time to eat, the fam go wit' 'em |
| Pause me, run it back, this Rambo nigga |
| Taughty, I’m strapped with ammo, get 'em |
| Spit flame, my shell don' drop rage |
| And never been afraid to bail out high |
| Played and will demonstrate a rare on |
| Caged up, a renegade, I stays real hots, nigga |
| Eat the least |
| Peep the technique, heat, the beat gon' knock |
| Street-for-street passing fleet of equinox |
| Foley don’t find a key, nigga, to get that box |
| (HIMMI) |
| Talk breezy, is easy, the game need me |
| Pre-order for order, nigga, it need be |
| I’m instructed to give you niggas a freebie |
| You can call this assemble a little teasey |
| Contrary to what another nigga said about it |
| Malta Bend catch wind, Iama aim at 'em |
| Reinforce, bigger course, I’m insane at it |
| Strange Music, nigga, get your brain scattered |
| Niggas been sleepin', I been peepin' |
| Carvin' you niggas out a classic, here’s your safe keepin' |
| That misdirection got your head leakin' |
| I’m out here creepin' while you niggas sleepin' |
| Stick and I move, I’m feeding the faculty, eat |
| Janky promoters, they fuck you I’m raisin' the fee |
| Dead or alive the list of my five would be, it’s: |
| Pac and Biggie |
| And Em |
| Then Nina |
| Then me |
| Little buddy been gettin' older, I gotten older, I’m colder, will leave you |
| niggas a cold shoulder |
| Re-evaluate your composure, your moto is out of order, you want gas with that |
| Rolls |
| CES pressure bust pipes, nigga turn it up |
| Niggas interviewin' 'plying they ain’t earn enough |
| Stevie next up in line, watch me burn it up |
| Other niggas decline, need to huddle up |
| Very few that could fuck wi' me (fuck wi' me) |
| Summer time mind, nigga stuck wi' me |
| It takes a certain type of breed to run the lead |
| Words’ll be weaponry I’ma buck, homie |
| 3rd round, shut it down, this a warning shot |
| Give them skinny jeans niggas something to worry 'bout |
| I’ma barge in, nigga, you can clear it out |
| Wanna fall in, nigga you get blurred out |
| Nigga I’m not done eatin', I’m speakin', they tweakin' the verbal beat and I’m |
| here to learn niggas |
| Let it burn, let it burn (let it burn, let it burn) |
| I see you actin' all concerned, nigga |
| Turn the tube on, Nikki nominated Grammy |
| Meek Mill, Nikki Mill, where they gettin' married? |
| Young nigga upcoming, bitch I been ready |
| Stevie Stone, Strange Music |
| Boy I fuck- ah-hah (eat) |