Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hits The Head, artist - MC Serch. Album song Return Of The Product, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Hits The Head |
Parties all around start checkin for the substance |
The context you suspect, but I expect |
When Serchlite hits the break. |
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headache, BREAK FOOL |
With the groove that’s strictly metropolitan |
Past go, I’ll let you go again the pen emulates |
What’s heard from the four wheel |
And Babyface ain’t never seen this crazy whip appeal |
Sealed with the hits and blow cause I got hits to go |
Fists to flow Michel’le Michelle-low under the mistletoe |
I let my missle go, yo |
Hands get pound, when it comes down to slick rhymes |
No respect in the deuce cool I’m vickin mines |
Burnished in New York kids that rolled diesel |
Kids swoll big like they were shootin up an AIDS needle |
So cling to your mom’s mammaries, calamity’s a remedy |
To recollect childhood memory lane |
Envision, the picture, the frame |
The beat that rumbles into the brain |
Stains grim gloom carefree feelin, up a buildin cap peelin |
Slash from the unwillin blastin off, passin off |
To the prevention, locked in detention |
Wielding fiends, your dome starts STRETCHIN |
To hit the hot spot, and stomp hysterical |
The groove that makes you thank God for miracles |
Pinnacles are peakin there you find Serch. |
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hittin heads until the head hurts |
Migraine, motherfuckin migraine |
Migraine, motherfuckin migraine, migraine |
Motherfuckin migraine, migraine |
Motherfuckin migraine |
Rhythm rung gets designed for the kind |
That’s the deaf the dumb and blind seen here and stated with that |
And if you’re not gonna hit that, let me rip that |
Rhythm hit the rhymes, we give 'em, we leave 'em |
Then we’ll ghost to the most so the concrete is secured |
To endure, three-hundred and sixty-five days of the unsure |
Is the way the crumb comes clompin |
That’s why these boots were made for stompin |
Comp is little to none, when the riddle is sung |
When who is rappin no beats gets paid |
The answer as he gets sprayed by the kids who survived |
The playground, of the steel |
Who used a fat and funky, as a sort of shiv |
Deal to the crew that rolls in batallions |
If water was slaughter I’d have to order by the gallon |
Pestacides killed the pests, the rest are out the back |
Like sweats so jump out the projects, out the building |
Out your condo, out your crib, out your co-op! |
And let me rip the hip-hop again |
Oh shit, Skeff Anslem, he gets props again |
Let out the grunt, let out the funk, from out your trunk |
Feel the bass and let it PUMP PUMP PUMP |
Migraine, motherfuckin migraine |
Migraine, motherfuckin migraine, migraine |
Motherfuckin migraine, migraine |
Motherfuckin migraine, migraine |
Motherfuckin migraine, migraine |
Motherfuckin migraine, migraine |
Motherfuckin migraine, migraine |
Motherfuckin migraine |
I ain’t got no DJ, but that’s alright |
I ain’t got no dancers, but that’s alright |
I ain’t got no choir, but that’s alll-riiiiight |
All I got left is the mic. |
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SO STRIKE UP THE BAND MAN, as I command man |
Float up the damn damn, wash away the flim-flam |
Knick-knack quick wack paddywack, give a dog a stick |
Then hop off my dialect quick |
To the throat I choke, I I need a Coke |
Cause I got somethin in my throat. |
AHHA-AHEM! |
Better? |
Let no one get no one up gassed here |
On the throttle catch a back of a forty bottle |
Models can’t roll put a toll into the parkin meter |
Crowds around two kids in a four seater |
Pack attack crunch from the boom |
To give a brother ROOM, TO BREATHE, LEAVE |
And pull the card our your sleeve, you’re free to roam |
As the beat hits the head until you gets home |
Migraine, migraine motherfuckin migraine |
Migraine motherfuckin migraine |
Migraine motherfuckin migraine |
Motherfuckin migraine migraine! |
Motherfuckin migraine migraine! |
Migraine motherfuckin migraine migraine! |
MIGRAINE? |
MOTHERFUCKIN MIGRAINE MIGRAINE?! |
MIGRAINE! |
MOTHERFUCKIN MIGRAINE!!! |