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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hero Da Kyng
Performer
Brooks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brooks J Fullwood
Songwriter
Brennan Marcella Reed
Songwriter
歌詞
(It's zoom, three, two, five, music out)
She boy, he rock
That lot of their shit
Get your hand out my pocket, fuck that
Show must go on
Shots fired
Suburb ability, a LFC
Eat a beat with virility
Squeeze the honey from a killer bee
Spitting heavy artillery
My sequel, the trilogy
The booth is my facility
A beast in the middle between peace, love, and tranquility
Got no stopping this
I hammer a nail through your esophagus
It seems to be the blueprint how to build a new metropolis
I'm going to play the game
Found a shoebox full of cartridges
True remain humble
Transform like I was out to this crime
Moving slicker than slime
Watch me travel through time
Truly one of a kind
Flying birds, super lines
Lucid minds, they shooting blind
See crucial signs
Let's redesign the fallen crimes
Put your foot in your mouth
That's to whomever doubt it
****, I can spot a snake in places over trials (see that)
Kick up a type of this plate
I'm a child hound
The rap kung fu master
****, bow down, more like thunder
Awaken spirits, I conjure
This is the Amber Alert
I knew that Steven would wonder
I felt like I was drowning
Leaving current taking me under
Never stop believe made a path through the jungle
Lay a cushion on the ground if I mistakenly stumble
I'm a full package
It's a lyrical butler
Like a scissor on my open soda
Moving like a locomotive
Cold like a North Dakota
Murder rappers know the motive
Mental telepathy
Mixed to recipe
Ecstasy loaded wrapped with speciality
Music needed me desperately
Carving my name in a stone
The smithereens are blown
It stings the dreams of thrones
The menace blings the blones
There's no gravity in this outer realm
I'mma flying in (flying in)
I'mma drop the rope
Tie the knots
Climb up
Re-secure the gate with an iron fist
This is chemicals in the lab
And I'm the scientist
I'm laying down a date
So what you got to say? (Whoa)
Listen, we ain't come to play (oh, yeah)
Get the fuck up and go away
Oh, ****, get the fuck up out the way (oh, yeah)
Put your face in the flames, get burned
You should take notes and some lessons you can learn
Or you could fly away (oh, yeah)
Fly away, yeah
She **** ain't got to tell me I'm the shit
I'm stinkin' in the bitch (whoo)
That's why I keep my motherfuckin' toilet tissue thick, thick, thick, thick, thick
Just call me Toilet Tissue Ripper
Mr. All About His Grip
Fixin' the floss on the bitch
I often sit in the Caddy DeVille
The way I chill, motherfuckers
Actin' out as it feels
Smoothin' in the motherfucker
Cooler than you other suckers (chill)
I'm a magician with the bitches
Make them lose you, busters
Who's above us?
None of you ****
My grip is sick and countin' in front of you **** (in front of you ****)
We yellin' up my feet and shit
We smokin' you **** like damn
What the fuck we done with you ****, so now it's on to the next shit
Don't disrespect, bitch, it's R.I.P. and Hero
Shining like a necklace, reclining in the tech spit (whoo)
Bitch, get your mind, rocks in the washer, let you **** know my time
I'm laying down a date
So what you got to say? (Whoa)
Listen, we ain't come to play (oh, yeah)
Get the fuck up and go away
Oh, ****, get the fuck up out the way (oh, yeah)
Put your face in the flames, get burned
You should take notes and some lessons you can learn
Or you could fly away (oh, yeah)
Fly away, yeah
Written by: Brennan Marcella Reed, Brooks J Fullwood