Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Headphone Static, artist - The Dynospectrum. Date of issue: 12.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Headphone Static |
| Hahaha |
| Yo, a comedian of your caliber should have an agent |
| Here’s my card, that’s my number, give me a call, I get you paid kid |
| I gave it all I had, it wanted more |
| Blew up the monitor before somebody had the nuts to feed the carnivore |
| They acting startled when the shit began to fray around the edges |
| They hit the resin and chased it with Benson & Hedges |
| But fuck a contract |
| Cause what you need is a contact buzz |
| To free the clutch and compress the TV’s fuzz |
| Let me outta the agreement |
| Put me in treatment |
| Cause the picture’s uneven |
| I got a fistful of grievance |
| Fuck the etcetera, the bullshit rhetoric, whatever, the vendettas |
| The false endeavors and heed the fucking weather |
| When I’m simple and plain I cripple the lame |
| When I adjust the thrust up a notch, I cast a layer of frost |
| Across your glossy eyed outlook |
| Never been out shook |
| By the flossy lies |
| Metamorphosize by your boastful pride |
| Greed is dead |
| Some need to bleed to get that through they head true |
| Seeks bread, won’t read unless they read to |
| And everything you do has meaning |
| So add some feeling |
| When the break hits, let’s all flip and grab the ceiling |
| I got a hunch I can crunch MCs within the flash of an eyelid |
| Snap your lumbar and then supply this |
| Injurous head blow, tryin' to defend against this is useless |
| Murder candle on their last birthday, my words break, so |
| Chill with the backtalk, if you slack you get caught |
| You oughta think about the thought of this: |
| The jaw-clashing in the midst I saw niggas rappin' |
| So I snuck up and hit the stuck up |
| You need to brush up, touch-touch the renegader |
| Many feel the ?? |
| when one drops the fader |
| Communicator, I got an Uzi made of paper |
| Tryin' to do me is major, lose me in Fanastasia |
| You’re artificially takin' part in the art |
| Tryin' to get with me, throwin' sparks from out your limousine |
| Continuing to bring the hype, ever-sleezy ya |
| I knock the teeth of ya, then you go and tell the media |
| Through the Yamaha monitor, we out of that deaf ?? |
| I fly alone like a commodore, we on a tour so prepare for war |
| Cause you’s about to feel the wrath of the Gen. Woundwart |