Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holy Moses, artist - Shredders. Album song Dangerous Jumps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.11.2017
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Holy Moses |
Too stubborn to fail, too loyal for fame |
Too grown for games, tooth long, too on |
Too beast to tame, (ha ha) truth be in the name |
Doomtree crew be stupid with the flames |
Dangerous jumps, land where we aim |
Earn every lump, own where we hang |
Cold motherfuck what, tell me what? |
And they can’t say nothin' |
Ain’t nothin' I ain’t bustin' |
Ain’t shit I ain’t seen comin' |
Ain’t one to paint in the lines |
Or wait by the side |
Be the one stay a thorn, stay fly |
And the same can’t be said for the Pac-Man of the pie |
Stack hella hunt, ghost dance 'til I die |
Hell L-O L-O-L |
Rather be the witch than the one under the spell |
Rather dig a ditch than help 'em poison the well |
Rather hit a liq than give in to wage hell |
Rather see my people held up instead of just held |
Rather light a wick and fuckin' tell 'em myself |
And if it ain’t dope what it there for? |
And if she ain’t woke is she fine though? |
Prolly ain’t |
But that’s me |
I prolly can’t count to sane on my good brain |
Yeah-eah-eah-eah |
Try and tell me literally anything |
Try again |
Yeah-eah-eah-eah |
Try tellin' me anything |
I give 'em insight inside the enzymes |
The highlights of my life, I ride |
I ride my wave, yell «Geronimo,» wild animal |
But some afraid to get wet |
You can spot 'em like a calico |
But something’s different in their anecdote |
Isn’t it revisionism like the Alamo? |
And it goes back and forth like a palindrome |
Work sleep, peels krow off dirt street |
Bleached teeth and rehearsed speeches |
I don’t fuck with those devils, got my own demons |
Beep beep, tell 'em earth’s easy |
Imma surf my wave 'til the dirt keep me |
I was on a thing, some were commenting |
But that is not a thing, they were modeling |
I was putting my hands to the real thing |
Wish you could see what I’ve been building |
I’m in the future, got style by the gigabyte |
Damn right I don’t fight with troglodytes |
No light, they blow gas with the pilot off |
Okay okay, cue the final boss |
I get wild with the appetite |
Damn right I was high like a satellite |
Okay okay, cue the final boss |
Imma kill it, Imma kill it, cut the vital off |
Yeah-eah-eah-eah |
Try and tell me literally anything |
Try again |
Yeah-eah-eah-eah |
Try tellin' me anything |
Yeah-eah-eah-eah |
Yeah-eah-eah-eah |
Yeah-eah-eah-eah |