Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Hex , by - Random Axe. Song from the album Random Axe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
The Hex |
| Yeah uh Random Axe |
| Yeah listen |
| When ya boy is confronted |
| Consider that as the hunter being the hunted |
| I crossbow harsh flow, hit em in the heart |
| I’m the true terror beneath the New Era |
| It’s like y’all acting but forgot y’all parts |
| So I’m yelling cut to reclaim my art |
| Flipping with my lyrics under clean dismount |
| Stealing all the rap, call it five finger discount |
| Spit out phlegm, spit out gems, spit fire |
| Militant mind state, watch for trip wire |
| I rhyme like peers of mine don’t exist |
| Twist the top on the Henny |
| And MC’s bucket kick like little Kenny |
| Any motherfucker disrespecting me, send me |
| Damn me fully, all-black hoodie |
| The color of your future, color of the Ruger, pussys |
| Yo, Afro-American gangsta, I’ll shank ya |
| Sharpened toothbrush in the gut of a wanksta |
| Cone head hoodie, no K.K.K |
| Just may-day, may-day when the AK spray |
| I’m a two time felon, I’m on work release |
| Give work to my workers and they work the streets |
| Back in the white Beamer, level four armor |
| Roll the window down, let the metal roar Contra |
| No video game shit, give me your chain bitch |
| You like being broke |
| I like selling cocaine shit |
| Rich Porter, Maserati Rick shit |
| Pitch quarters in the lobby with the piff lit |
| I pull out my piece and I pop you, Papi |
| You prolly want peace like Mahatma Ghandi |
| Fuck peace, I’m a beast bitch |
| I pop pellets in the person, I’m a piece of shit |
| P, motherfucker |
| Back to back verse for the apes |
| Stay murdering shit, First 48 |
| This, that, ghetto flow, dirt do-wop |
| Sirens on who block, money in the shoe box |
| Teddy bears on the light poles, who shot |
| Give em that night flow, ice cold new rock |
| Hands in the air |
| Fans cheer up from stairs from standing in the chair |
| And I don’t really care what’s happening over there |
| I just want my money in layers, while landing in the Lear |
| Can’t compare, we know that is unfair |
| How he’s known from city to city like he was your mayor |
| Be clear it will never be fair |
| Turn the stove down on if theres any beef’s here |
| Time for the next, live is the hex |
| Kept it dirty like cassettes that’s live from the decks, go |