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Here Comes
Hip-Hop
Here Comes è stato pubblicato il 4 luglio 2025 da StandPoint come parte dell'album Here Comes - Single
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Data di uscita4 luglio 2025
EtichettaStandPoint
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM89

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Standpoint
Standpoint
Vocals
Anthony Kannon
Anthony Kannon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Kannon
Anthony Kannon
Lyrics
James Adrian
James Adrian
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Standpoint
Standpoint
Producer

Testi

Here comes. Cuttin' every corner for sheer fun. The
feared one to steer from. Miles high on the gear spun.
Ear drum beats rattle a car fender. Heavy
on the pedal like a metal head at guitar center. I sparked
embers in a furious hell’s jury of twelve carpenters.
I smoke when I drink, so blame the bartender. These
penitentiary bars become their own cement burial tempor-
arily. No cemetery, yet dead and buried. I
catch you staring all cold chilled and charcoal grilled. I'll skull
drill ‘til you wish your mother remembered her birth control pill.
Don't make mountain out of a molehill. Hold still while I tie a
tree-trunk to you just to run it right through a saw mill.
Split you more times than the mind of a highly paranoid borderline
schizophrenic ignoring signs of bi-polar disorder.
They're sure to find you molly-whopped at the trolly stop of a brawlic
block where they prop your knot like a lollipop. (I'm gonna call the cops.) You don't got the
heart to stop me. Y'all personify biologically modified
hominid carbon copies. It's cocky to lose your
way when there's dues to pay. Who's to say you won't rue the day you
ever chewed off a piece like tooth decay. Floss,
please. You must have a mouth full of false teeth, ‘cause your
fake smile is ‘bout as believable as your cross piece. Meanwhile
grabbing your nuts with a swag in your strut. You get
stabbed in the gut with a dagger and cut from abdomen up.
Creep from the lion's den. Speak from the diaphragm.
Me with the mic like Jarvis and iron man.
Shells are your diet plan Goat shit, you
heard in the shepherd. I got the Sheepskin inside the lamb.
Never bite the hand that feeds you. Bleed till it
seeps through This knife, make him unrecognizable.
I’d redo his gene pool. Break down his
whole lineage. Glock .23 and me/you.
Me and rap were an arranged marriage. The gun
small, but the bullet ‘bout the size of a baby carrot.
I don’t play with tarot cards ****.
5K to perform while my father on the bass guitar.
I’ll take a bullet for you ‘fore I take a charge.
If I have to take either, might you cut off.
Every man for himself. Sorry to the
family of the victim but the damage was dealt.
Grams on the shelf, had a plan to get wealthy.
You never lent a arm out to help me.
Champion flow. How the belt taste?
Fiend hid the dope. It was shelf safe.
Written by: Anthony Kannon, James Adrian
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