| My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it
|
| My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it
|
| My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it
|
| Ton, son, carry it, ton, son, carry it
|
| Check his vital signs, strike his vital nerve
|
| Threw a viral curve, the rhyme tempest
|
| Like lightning bolts being thrown down from Mt. Olympus
|
| Beat on your head like a Travis Barker cymbal, crash
|
| I splash beyond measurements
|
| I tour you back to a cast, arrest your development
|
| Overthrow your whole settlement, this is beat embellishment
|
| Burn the house, the one Hansel and Gretel went
|
| Unorthodox fly rhyming fox
|
| Wu Killa Bee appear on your body like the pox
|
| Keep rivalries like Yankees and the Red Sox
|
| I’d rather see it in the ballpark, then see it on the block, nigga
|
| My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it
|
| Chocolate bunny on the run, catching Marriott
|
| Sword in my hand, watch me parry it
|
| The weight of the truth, can any man carry it?
|
| Feel the wrath of a soldier when his wings is up
|
| We like the air force, generals with guns when rainy up
|
| Take it from leers, the stadium, the fans, the beers
|
| Titty shots from the bitches in the stands, we clear
|
| But we pop guns, live so wild, it’s like banging a guitar
|
| On your face, all jacked in your mouth
|
| See the medals that I wear is honor, from the hood to Bahamas
|
| Back to Ghana, New York and Compton
|
| All my peoples get wilder than a mosh pit
|
| Roll even bigger, this is getting me riled
|
| Tattoos, I’m a destiny child, I’m a floss
|
| I’m a real muthafucka, stop stressing me out
|
| Cause I play hard, go hard, smoke bongs, this is the most strong
|
| Collaboration, me, Trav and Ra
|
| Old engines, we gon' respect ‘em, drop joints and perfect ‘em
|
| Chef is the Jon Bon and Led Zeppelin
|
| This is deadly dark dangerous, Wu-Tang slanderous
|
| Mosh pit bashing, watch ‘em all bang to this
|
| Energy, energy, energy, energy
|
| Buzz Lightyear, boy, from here to infinity
|
| Two guns on my side like Yosemite
|
| You sick of that weak bullshit, here’s the remedy
|
| Jack Daniel Tennessee, mixed with the Hennessy
|
| Turn into a Chuck D, boy, Public Enemy
|
| Or Flavor Flav, Johnny Depp, Wild Tennessee
|
| Poetical Emily Dickerson with the similes
|
| Metaphor whore, I puzzle like the jigsaw
|
| You strip like the weak more, I be the sycamore
|
| My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it
|
| Chocolate bunny on the run, catching Marriott
|
| Sword in my hand, watch me bust and parry it
|
| The weight of the truth, can any man carry it? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Carry It , by - Travis Barker. Song from the album Give The Drummer Some, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп