Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Heed, artist - Phi Life Cypher.
Date of issue: 01.02.2018
Song language: English
Take Heed |
I wanna live forever |
I don’t wanna become a cropper |
And end up dead black like 2 Pac and Big Poppa |
So I live my life proper ain’t going out like a sucker |
Fuck turning the other cheek I’d rather wet you with my chopper |
Bumbared don’t ever think a dissin this mad dread |
Cause if u look in my dufflebag and find more than eggheads |
I gotta torture chamber for those who try to test me |
I look through telescopic sights to get sniped like Wesley |
I’m walking with an axe, sharper than a samurai |
See I’m ready for action man, plus I got the eagle eye |
I multiply like mathematics, rappers panic |
Sinking like titanic when I switch from manual gears to automatic |
Like the impact of a car crash I’m causing whiplash |
I move fast like Frankie Fredricks in the hundred meters dash |
Master relay baton that be golden, to Ato Bolden |
Linford Christie to Michael Johnson that’s how fast I smoke em |
Watch me break a dub-plate melter duck mc can’t shelter |
Cause I will make u dizzy on the lyrical helter skelter |
Break a break a 1 9 |
I’ll break your spine with one rhyme |
Bring the dead to life like Frankenstein |
With a mind sharper than Einstein |
My rap structures lasts longer stronger than pyramids |
This lyrical lyricist |
I make hardcore rappers sound like ghetto kids |
I strike the hardest bluff first |
So fuck the doctors and nurse |
Cause now you need embalming fluid |
With the police, the bible and a herse |
The bubble bursts when I desperse a verse |
Your body hurts |
So better be perfect mercy like a sinner repenting in a Church |
Take heed |
History in the makin |
Straight from the depths of freestyle hell |
Shits official |
Shits official |
Take heed |
History in the makin |
Straight from the depths of freestyle hell |
Verbal assault |
Rhymes rippin through the mix |
I take life like suicide no murderers committed homicide |
I’m ahead of the rest and don’t kick metaphors, I kick metafives |
My vibe is well timed like angels, my lyrics fly |
I drink the elixer of life |
So I and I will never die |
Compare me to the Bible and you’ll see that I’m reality |
But get me vex and I twist to psycho kill your family sanity |
My attitude is norman bates |
My mind state is jason |
I’m crazy like Freddy Kruger after a session of free basin |
I cause cardiac arrests and triple heart bypass operations |
I’m darker bark like dogs rottweilers, and killer alsations |
African’s ridgebacks they hunt in packs but I hunt solo |
Before he can blink I make a rapper extinct just like a Dodo |
My third eye, fly through the sky similar to Han Solo |
Detecting all the wolfs in sheep’s clothes |
And undercover rap Homos |
I’m ready for all Street fighters |
And so called Mic ingniters |
Cause I got the golden touch |
With the double strength of midas |
My combat attacks the metaphorical facts |
Strap like a Nats |
Motherfuckin dubs blades and whacks |
I scourse tracks |
My technique is poison pen |
Uri Geller brain bender |
The death medicine send a rap career and life ender |
I kill so many lyricists |
With my dark poison pen |
I have to resurrect dead rappers so that I can kill them again |
I can never replay like Sony Playstation, Arcades so |
Fuck Mortal Combat Street Fighter Tekken and Soul Blade |
If your wanna fight fight me Life the lyrical Bruce Lee |
You’ll be the snake in my minds shadow |
While the sun shines on me |