Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deadly Combo, artist - Reef The Lost Cauze.
Date of issue: 19.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Deadly Combo |
From the backstreets of Philly to the world abroad |
I know you heard the call of the hardest bars |
Spit raw, split jaws over pitfalls, get gone, it’s Lost |
Young grimy most likely to dry heave on anyone who despise me |
That’s why Reef keep these mics right beside me |
Cauze otherwise motherfuckers die |
Other guys try to rhyme, none come close |
I smoke your mind then I focus mine, leave you holding my balls |
My dick is like a shark’s fin |
Shit ripped apart when I start stomping |
Like this was a mosh pit I am top dog |
You are not shit, you know who get this locked bitch |
Glock spit, leave you in the hospice |
Shot and shocked and scarred |
I told them brothers run up, bodyslam like Hogan brother |
Who let’s go nigga, it’s no holds barred |
Michael Vicking these dudes, you move, you lose |
I swear I’m there if you prepare for none, spared the the whole nine yards |
And if that’s not enough my rap game is tough |
And I ain’t twenty-one yet, are you having fun yet? |
Oh my God |
Gun clap, I come at, niggas where your blunts at? |
Nigga pass me that, puff that, don’t make me raise my voice |
And get my boys to chicka chicka blow |
Word on the street was you’d eat Reef |
Fuck, what you putting in your reefer? |
You’s a dreamer, please get your head out the clouds |
I’m too raw for you, too hardcore |
The Lord himself will strike you |
For testing his disciple, bitch bow down |
On one knee, palms raised to the Heavens |
I was raised to raise weapons and blaze in your direction |
So how you like me now? |
Kool Moe Dee shit |
You know me kid, too? |
seeming |
Soap in sock and beating you like homie the clown |
Bobo or Krusty, your flow’s rusty |
The boy is husky, young and high-strung |
And when I bug a track slow down |
As I ram I knock you off any block you stand on |
If you think you can handle the Cauze you damn wrong |
You’re about as improtant to the game as Keith Van Horn |
On and I’m hands on all around the world it’s the same song |
Trying to get my name strong |
Bounce niggas back and forth like ping pong |
Forrest Gumping these niggas, gun dumping on a nigga |
Now you running like a lizard, I slither right across your face |
I ate this kid like a baby back rib |
When I make em flip like gymnastics |
I be on the bad shit when I’m smashing you niggas |
Want action? |
Give me a call |
If you really that hard, if you really that raw |
Then hand me a bra with these hands and these claws |
When your upping comes I’m the nigga you’ll get nothing from |
Number one, uno, dos, and tres |
Smoke a eight of grape and when the fumes escape |
Then doomed your fate, niggas ain’t ready man |
Who debating the way I demonstrate? |
How I penetrate mics till they menstruate |
Break your bones so they won’t bend straight, fuck it |
Beat you with your crutches, puff dutches |
Twist more trees than tornadoes, leave you red as tomatoes |
Or tomahtoes, my motto is that tomorrow is near |
I’m here in the now, you hearing the sound |
Of a million demons screaming, Reef bitch it’s no secret |
Who’s the kingpin with these ink pens |
What you niggas thinking? |
Now the beat’s sinking |