Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swordfish Remix, artist - Pumpkinhead. Album song One Dub Plate At A Time: A History of Soulspazm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.11.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Soulspazm
Song language: English
Swordfish Remix |
En garde, draw your weapon, put it to a test |
I’m a swordfish that’ll carve a P in your chest |
I shit on rookies and pee on the best |
Do it to Def like Mos did, when he had no kids |
And I refuse to lose my hunger, I’ll eat 'til I get so big |
It’ll look like I got no ribs |
I’m not scared of these thugs that bust blank shots like they don’t jizz |
Fo' shizz, half of you don’t know what dope is |
Here’s the prime example, exhibit A |
I collide a candle just by rhymin' at you, so I spit away |
Spit split wigs—not a barber but I give a fade like scissor blades |
Lyrics spray and ricochet off your frickin' face |
I’m in the place like I just got reprimanded |
So strong—when I give pounds, dudes get mad ‘cause I’m heavy-handed |
This is high-powered, full voltage, tilt the meter |
From a swordfish that’ll poke a hole in your speaker |
Me and Roc Marc' stop y’all with hot darts |
That sizzle through your vest, making a mess of a cop’s heart |
On top charts with all them platinum plaques |
The phantom is back, shaking cats with the cantankerous scrap |
You swimming with sharks that smell the blood on your clothes |
And remember when in my zone, hell is hot and heaven’s closed |
This is Pumpkinhead repping The Plague—that's my unit |
Brooklyn Ac’s my group and, always, the movement |
Can you catch it? |
Got it, caught it. |
Can you spit it hot, retarded? |
Can you flip it back and forth, rip a track in half and toss it? |
Do it 'til there’s no one left, from the stage to the office |
You a guppy in hot water, duelin' with a pair of swordfish |
Yo, look up, nigga. |
I spit that shit |
, under the armpit |
Roll dope, bump, blao! |
Let off a cartridge |
You don’t want no conflict, my squad is heartless (yeah!) |
Mean swagger, fight game like Marvin Hagler |
Save all that abracadabra |
Half-ass rap blabber, hack off a rat’s bladder |
For that matter, jeah! |
I rip it and run it across states |
Gripping the gun in my North Face |
Slip you the tongue and it’s all cake |
Skip court dates. |
Y’all like to portray |
It’s more clear than broad day |
Came a long way from slinging in hallways |
Two for five, not treys. |
Utilized the mind, got paid |
, rock the fine grain when my time came |
Write rhymes with wide range—it's a mind game |
Roll the footage—this is as good as it gets |
All the niggas in your hood’ll get hit (blao!) |
With all them bullets up in the clip |
I can make positive music, but that ain’t how I do it |
Politics won’t destruct the movement. |
Swallow dick fluid |
All that good shit—hollow tips included |
Getting suited with two model bitches that’s Cuban |
Harpooning ‘em like Cupid, stupid |
Can you catch it? |
Got it, caught it. |
Can you spit it hot, retarded? |
Can you flip it back and forth, rip a track in half and toss it? |
Do it 'til there’s no one left, from the stage to the office |
You a guppy in hot water, duelin' with a pair of swordfish |
This is Roc Marc', PH |
Pumpkinhead, what up, my nigga? |
Marco Polo on the track |
It’s like that |
Yeah. |
Yo, we not sonning people no more, man |
We making y’all our Padawans, ya heard? |
You my young Padawan |
Yeah, Marco Polo remix |
Swordfish! |