Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Fight Club , by - Pep Love. Song from the album Ascension, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2000
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
The Fight Club |
| I paint pictures with my scriptures |
| It grabs ya and it grips ya |
| And takes ya on adventures to dimensions I can’t |
| Even begin to explain |
| I tantalize your senses with sentences |
| Since it’s senseless to attempt this |
| My plan to rise is endless |
| I’m generally known to be off the hinges |
| With a microphone with me |
| Ya wanna fight? |
| come on hit me |
| I ain’t gon stop beating that ass until the cops come get me |
| Refuse verbal abuse to cook your goose |
| I serve superb turbulence, when I get loose |
| The beat get battered and bruised you nerds get hit |
| From every direction after the herb gets lit |
| Who wanna come? |
| can test me now let’s get down |
| (get on up) and get the mess beat outta you pesky clown ass |
| Pathetic competitors won’t last around |
| After I blast a round, at ya casket |
| Cats get disfigured and eat a fist |
| Fuckin with this nigga when I’m pissed |
| And even when I’m feelin bliss |
| It’ll be an unworthy risk |
| To disturb me cuz I’m impervious to the words you speak |
| I split nucleus’s when I shoot the gift |
| It’s ridiculous to dispute me if |
| You don’t wanna shoot me, just watch me do my duty |
| My rap slaps your ear like sticks, pucks and hockey |
| I don’t give a big fuck at all |
| About all your jewelry and tomfoolery |
| You can get the balls |
| If you don’t wanna be cool with me we can brawl |
| We do it every weekend yall, at the fight club |
| The fight club |
| I hit em up like, what |
| First rule on your first night |
| You gotta fight |
| Just insert the mic plugs |
| You got the right ones |
| If you wanna fight come |
| Show your guns at the |
| Fight club |
| I hit em up like, what |
| First rule on your first night |
| You gotta fight |
| Just insert the mic plugs |
| You got the right ones |
| If you wanna fight come |
| Pump ya fist and resist the system |
| I insist the gist of this consist of wisdom |
| Catechism? |
| We can have a collision and go at it to add to the mission |
| Poetical fisticuffs, I spit to crush the shit you bust |
| You don’t wanna get in the pit with us |
| We gladiators of the third eye variety |
| You can be mad and hate us, or ride with me |
| I flow, toe to toe blow for blow |
| The collective objective, is to overthrow |
| We soldiers here to let the poor folks know |
| Imperialists get the fist and the po-po get the dick |
| The serioiusness of this gets me furious |
| When I hear ignorance spit by my peers |
| I guess thats why I’m here |
| To change up this strange stuff in the coming years |
| My plan’s to put hands on my people in the trance |
| So they can understand what really makes a man strong |
| Convictions, with no restrictions I inflict them |
| To the beat of a kick drum |
| You want some? |
| step up and get some |
| Scuff knees and elbows when P-L flows |
| To speak to yall or we can brawl |
| We do it every weekend y’all, at the fight club! |
| The fight club |
| I hit em up like, what |
| First rule on your first night |
| You gotta fight |
| Just insert the mic plugs |
| You got the right ones |
| If you wanna fight come |
| Show your guns at the |
| Fight club |
| I hit em up like, what |
| First rule on your first night |
| You gotta fight |
| Just insert the mic plugs |
| You got the right ones |
| If you wanna fight come |
| Scratching |