Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Catch A Blast , by - Prophet Posse. Release date: 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) |