Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Torch , by - King Magnetic. Release date: 30.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Torch |
| I stick out like a pistol on a skinny person |
| When it’s urgent get punched more times than Vinnie verses |
| I’m a problem from the product to the paperwork |
| Slave deal make it work, main concern is making earnings |
| Got a great attorney, got me in the streets now |
| Ultramagnetic |
| Critical Beatdown |
| Invincible beast now |
| Invisible beat burst, street slang, feet first |
| Teeth marks Reef’s merch |
| It’s enticing reversal, the type that’ll burst you |
| The rifle will Earth you, put a knife in your hurdle |
| Pipe in your girdle, I’ll stick the fucking mic in the fertile |
| Keep it a secret until she sneak the creeping immortal |
| In order to keep me you outta, read the disorder |
| At least we can afford the quarter of the reefer they brought us |
| Give me a warrant so your image won’t last long |
| You suspect like armed robbers with no mask on |
| Anyone above us, time to plummet now |
| Cause we always sound hungry as a stomach growl |
| While you run your mouth, my nigga’s run it now |
| Till our verses is fucking up your budget now |
| I’m a serious beast, you’re a delirious queef |
| The bacteria found in traces of period yeast |
| Seriously, fear is envy |
| You’re frail and you sell fairy tales like a mirror that’s me |
| Who’s the fairest? |
| I bought you niggas, who’s your parents? |
| You repeat what your boss say, you’s the parrot |
| God bless all the fools who perish |
| Trying to remove the cherished kids who lose the spirit |
| Lift you like air lifts, I’m in tune with spiritual damage, you? |
| Stop it, stab em, pop it, tag em, drop em, I track em |
| And snatch em in flat lands, they’ll find your fat hands |
| Stashed inside of a fucking trash can |
| Niggas stink like Pepe Le Pew, especially you |
| Me and Mag reppin' for Stoupe |
| I’m next to get due so to respect me is due |
| Dawg I shot the sheriff and the deputy too |
| Anyone above us, time to plummet now |
| Cause we always sound hungry as a stomach growl |
| While you run your mouth, my nigga’s run it now |
| Till our verses is fucking up your budget now |
| Anyone above us, time to plummet now |
| Cause we always sound hungry as a stomach growl |
| While you run your mouth, my nigga’s run it now |
| Till our verses is fucking up your budget now |
| I am felt from Philly to the Bible Belt |
| A champion who smoke weed like Michael Phelps |
| If my words don’t do it then my rifle help |
| You nice and all that homie but don’t hype yourself |
| Thinking you can creep in and just swipe the belt |
| Don’t blame God, you ain’t strike yourself |
| Catch a hook like a new chorus |
| It’s not about what the music does for you |
| What can you do for it? |
| I quit Newports, I borrow a cig now |
| The same caliber of the shit that’s a big now |
| Beast that’s compared to deceased in they region |
| Get open with a stick like my blinds Venetian |
| Crimes is recent, the rhymes I’m leasing |
| Define my reason I’m squeezing the nine, police em |
| Didn’t think you’d be an artist soon, I call this tune |
| «Cop King And The Cauze In June» |
| Anyone above us, time to plummet now |
| Cause we always sound hungry as a stomach growl |
| While you run your mouth, my nigga’s run it now |
| Till our verses is fucking up your budget now |