Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strange Hammer, artist - Rob Sonic. Album song Telicatessen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SKYPIMPS
Song language: English
Strange Hammer |
| Rob Sonic |
| Definitive Jux |
| Telicatessen (echo) |
| (alright!) |
| Old world |
| Must free |
| Warhead |
| Husky |
| Last car |
| Dusty |
| Save us |
| Must be |
| Free ride |
| Rush the |
| Peace train |
| Shoot me |
| Dog, curb, blurred out, just to circa 70's |
| Rock, roof, plaid, two enemy |
| Compost, fast food, centipede |
| Bust our fuzz, hour waiting for the late show |
| Gallery of greats when the place closed |
| Downtown polarize a grey stove |
| Sound stashed, over by the payphone |
| Guzz back, dizzy battle city where they rhyme first |
| Welcome to the place where the time lurks |
| With no deciding lines or design perks |
| They only recognize if your mind works |
| Eighty-hour weeks and you speak like a stone |
| Cheap stove fever by the nightstand |
| Seafoam fever down on my end |
| Repo, demon, diamond, iceland |
| Leading with my right hand |
| Leak a bath hose |
| Strange hammer in a hazard field |
| Cause the man with the gun got the mass appeal |
| Do we stand, do we run, do we ask if it’s real? |
| Do we land on the sun if our cash is concealed? |
| Easel, author, son of secrets |
| Diesel, daughters, posturepedic |
| People, bosses, pawns and pieces |
| Bunkers, feelings, hunger, Ediths |
| Free who can echo days |
| Mobile home, digest |
| Wild flex, superhuman bicep |
| Sigh nest, who can prove an Ibex? |
| Ricochet, Richard Bay, fix a fate of violence |
| And who can rip the place like a chinet? |
| And move a picture frame that defines fresh? |
| And tell it to the rain while it’s eye’s wet? |
| Drive less, frizzy, dry, product placement |
| The blinds drive, echo winter solstice |
| The iPod break a head in post script |
| The eyes I faded in hypnosis |
| Twice a week just to speak, crazy, cannot focus |
| Easel, author, son of secrets |
| Diesel, daughters, posturepedic |
| People, bosses, pawns and pieces |
| Bunkers, feelings, hunger, Ediths |
| Waste, excess, style a concentrated way to look |
| Wormhole on hiatus beta-hook |
| Sony, son of Sega mega crook |
| Hook it like Samsung, serving up my can-can |
| Flim-flim, power to the xenophobe |
| 10−10, hour for the screen a pro |
| Engine, flower for the scenic roads |
| To the bank, thank the monks while I’m here, audio |
| Video Vanguard, village gate |
| Studio, landshark, Philip Tate |
| Radio, ramparts, illustrates |
| Rocket man, Aquaman, prototype, collagen |
| Sinners, Jean Killer, green clock |
| Then isn’t he differently mocked? |
| Three-way, evade, histamine block |
| The phantom blade can’t enrage |
| Hammer, strange, stop? |
| Strange hammer in a hazard field |
| Cause the man with the gun got the mass appeal |
| Do we stand, do we run, do we ask if it’s real? |
| Do we land on the sun if our cash is concealed? |
| Easel, author, son of secrets |
| Diesel, daughters, posturepedic |
| People, bosses, pawns and pieces |
| Bunkers, feelings, hunger, Edith’s |
| Poetic Queens |
| The Bronx |
| Manhattan |
| Brooklyn |
| Staten Island |
| It’s on the train |
| We out of space |
| We out of space |