Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drop Bombs, artist - Phi Life Cypher. Album song Millenium Metaphors, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Zebra Traffic
Song language: English
Drop Bombs |
Yo, Philly, here to bring trouble |
Yo, Life, here to bring trouble |
Here to bring trouble, who do you see? |
(Si Philly) |
I be the interactual, factual verbal supernatural |
Thinking be lateral because my mind be immatchable |
Never been catchable I’m causing --- |
Lyrical flow spitting purer then Perrier water when I slaughter |
Leave you decapitated from the shit that I created |
Leaving your battle scene obliterated |
Niggas be devastated by my verbal masochism |
Attacking them like a laser-guided missile bringing their dismissal |
The rhyme cluster like a funker buster blasting up Israel |
A twenty point climb up on the richter scale |
Smoke joints while I manipulate pressure points |
Fracture a rapper and here the crack of bone disjoints |
Force more thought techniques when Philly speaks |
Fully tweaks when I’m spitting my verbal figure of speech |
And I reach, the parts that other rappers couldn’t manage |
My lyrical lethal weapon be giving your body damage |
Yo philly, Verbal fight and drop bombs |
Yo, Life, Verbal fight and drop bombs |
Yo philly, Verbal fight and drop bombs |
Yo, Life, Verbal fight and drop bombs |
(Life) |
Yo I bounce over beats like jeeps do over gravel stones |
Use wack Mcs as stepping stones to get to microphones |
Smoke herb in Rizla cones and when I get stoned |
My rhymes start spinning like a typhoon, hurricane, cyclone |
My style is Fort Knox and got more 'locks than a Rasta |
And Hiyahiyahoo I be the rap kung-fu master |
I’m British like airways, so step like stairways |
Cos I’m busting more skill than Tiger Woods on the fairways |
With a queue of rap fools who need to go back to rap school |
With their two many rhymes cos I got lyrics by the sackfull |
Lyrically smash you and grab you and stab you |
Try to take your liberty with me on the mic like a statue |
I flex like the funkmaster rock like the raider |
My lyrics swears like tounnge strong and cut like the creator |
Smooth like CL I ain’t no gangster I’m a guru |
Kool like Keith when I drop the pronouns the verbs and the plurals |
Make more grams than Puba --- |
Smoke more herb than Canibus trust that’s when I’m a Redman |
Mos Def and the li Flow in any Company |
Heavy like D fat like Joe make you Run like DMC |
I be the master like P, of any ceremony |
Have a Wu-Tang brother saying Life, U-God not me |
Bruck up your Ras like Clarts with more effects than Darts |
My style is bigger than Ainsley, Foxy Nature and Nas |
Life will astonish ya |
Bigger than Daddy Kane and the punisher |
More Method than any Man and out to make many grams |
Yo philly, Verbal fight and drop bombs |
Yo, Life, Verbal fight and drop bombs |
Yo philly, Verbal fight and drop bombs |
Yo, Life, Verbal fight and drop bombs |
Your… Technique… Is … Magnificent… |