Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deadly Combo , by - Reef The Lost Cauze. Release date: 19.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deadly Combo , by - Reef The Lost Cauze. 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 |