- head rush (slow edit) (slow edit) 歌詞 4E
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- Its like a flood, heads rush when the doors open
The record stores stack they shelves with the most potent
With the commotion
Of a firearm shot in the air
****** scramble , like mammals from the front to the rear
Son you gotta get there
Before the **** sold out
Ask your man if its **** and he like 'no doubt'
This ****** got lyrics yo a stupid amount
So many compliments I ****** lost count
So many continents enjoy the sound
When Im clowning the beat
I bring the heat
Of the Cannibus and LL beef
My records leaked
So what! another one will fallow
And thats the **** that ****** find hard to swallow
***** hollow like points
So they stay on the shelves
Im so full of my self
That my **** gon sell
My soundscans, wont get me on your top 40
Im in the laboratory
Create a category, for that
You ****** bore me with raps, so translucent
Get the cash, get the loot and
The new movement
Its been proving
Loop it, add drums to the set
If it aint broke then dont try and fix it
[Chorus:]
What the **** you think you get
Im the ultimate
The culprit
Of the sound that be murdering decks
An artifact is my depth
Check my 12 inches
And heads rush to LPs for the rest
[Verse 2:]
So many years aching
Just for the bread and bacon
****** flaking/
Now Im making
Its so breathtaking
Amazing
DL is like a hit in the making
I went from 8 bits to a Sony Playstation
****** pray for they time notto be up
They see me and they freeze up
They know the futures here
***** read up
News, mags and wired
They herd of the messiah
What you coked up like Richard Prior
You ****** liar
So you get the gas face
Like 3rd bass
Plus you get the ash tray
***** * so passé
Dont mistake my confidence for being conceded
Im a humble type of cat when we meeting
****** know Im cool in person
On tracks give beatings
I drop jewels like the coliseum
A 740 I is BM
AM becomes the PM
PM could be the last night to you breathing
Give you something to believe in
Real hip-hop duke
From the clothes to the jeans to the boots to the crews
From the first shell shot
To shell toed shoe
Ill show ****** if they aint got a clue
[ Chorus]
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