Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Catch A Blast, artist - Prophet Posse.
Date of issue: 10.02.1998
Song language: English
Catch A Blast |
Step into this mass |
And you gon’catch a blast |
(T-Rock) |
We keep contact with coffin concealers |
Heavy narcotic dealers |
Who confescated spirits |
Leaving carcases as memorabilia |
Thats when I clutch your remainders of cash |
After receiving the papers of passion |
Insanity |
Guess thats my simple out-thinking it Caught no remorse that I felt in the past |
Leaving conceated niggas |
Face Guard |
Entrapped a man and the case was |
Delivering eternal residences |
In lyrical graveyards |
Niggas playhard |
I’m equipped with a safe-guard |
And admit that the danger |
Not a regret |
A resistant in domining legion |
Thats thought to deliver those souls |
Which tried to presented you |
Triple pain |
For your resistful blaims |
Now you a shrivled blade |
Stuck in the dungeons of the abysal plains |
Lyrical clips so aim |
Producing blood-red tonics |
Exorcising demonik |
My click is siccer-than Islamics |
With poetry |
Possess game |
I educate sicness |
I meditate victory |
And how my fame will escalate swiftly |
If correct moves |
Were made with valid timing |
Every individual with traits of poverty |
Would believe thats my dollars climbing… |
(M-Child) |
Mackin’Child is who I be Never be facing this rector |
Controlling the inside our minds |
Reaching my point in my destiny |
Where it is said |
If I went through my bloodlines |
So come with me I come with you |
Are you coming into my place |
Ain’t no time for fucking around |
I’m bound to stomp a hole in your face |
Playa-hater |
Some dummies went into my kitchen |
And rolled up a blunt |
I catch him |
Now come take a puff of this shit |
You could really blaze it like the sun |
My nigga pizz-off |
He did not believe I could be part of the |
Six’s |
When I caught the green leprehcan |
You better believe that was 1 of my wishes |
If you niggas don’t know you ain’t heard |
I’m more than that nigga that is ready for |
Combat |
I’d watch my step if I were you |
When I’m coming there’s no time to react |
Better have your whole masterplan set |
And I bet it won’t work |
Cause I already figured you |
Loading up the shit |
Slip a mask on my face |
Nine in my pocket to do what I came to do We ridin’the streets |
With your punk-ass in the backseat |
The system is booming so niggas |
Cannot hear your ass get put to sleep |
When you niggas be thinking |
That I am your friend |
And you think you can bite our style |
Chop goes your body half into the myst |
When you fuckin’with Murderer Child… |
(Murderer Child repeats and fades) |