Overtop beats are straight loose,
I am both visions of
Jesus, walking on palms of
H2O
Oh, y niggas need to stop and wipe
your spectacles
And take a few seconds to
peep this new spectacle
Cause right now you're
dealing with some professional
We break fast and break bread with
DJs who juggle breakbeats
We're ten times advanced than you
And who you supposed to do?
And who you supposed to be?
Kamatch,
Supreme,
Deity?
It's me and my mental machinery
Responsible for painting
such beautiful scenery
And hella neatly twisted
mystical chemistry
It's classic
African craft administry
It's drastic how you basically
tap your energy
You plastic, you melted,
the presence of rhythm, see?
It is far from what you're heaving
and seeing on
TV now.
Stomp, I walk the beat till my feet bled.
Stomp, rush the party like
a beachhead.
Stomp, wanna see the hands
in the air for each head.
Stomp, with these musical cleats
we make the streets red.
Stomp, I walk the beat till my feet bled.
Stomp, rush the party like
a beachhead.
Stomp, wanna see the hands
in the air for each head.
Stomp, with these musical cleats we
make the streets red.
On the light of the lights is
a continuous climb.
Chief ain't you a supreme
musical mind?
When you gone it'll be burial shrines
And unsuccessful attempts by scholars
to translate these memorable lines
Can it be gods?
Stomping with heads in
Comanche
The jewels these niggas drop,
fit the bezel you watch
You ask yourself, can it be stopped?
Can it be contained?
Thinking it's a game till you
hit it, click and bang
I clock back the hammer to
any opposing amateur
My stamina,
knock y rank down to janitor
Numb knuckles from a couple
of bar snuffles
Used to get puns drunk until
my knees buckled
We so far beyond them
Hades crews
Why
Comanche make so
many radiant moves
In stadium shoes, and no time flight y 'all
Like
Kung -Fuya
Kung, feel this tune
The flavors of my fragrance,
fill this room now
Stomp, I walk the beat till my feet bled
Stomp, rush the party like a beachhead
Stomp, wanna see the hands
in the air for each head
Stomp, with these musical cleats
we make the streets red
Stomp, I walk the beat till my feet bled
Stomp, rush the party like a beachhead
Stomp, wanna see the hands
in the air for each head
Stomp, with these musical cleats we
make the streets red
The description of my diction
was profane
Heard my words flame like
the propane ignited
I'm 6 '1,
Fahrenheit delight I'm on stage
with a mic in my left and his
wife in my right
When you tight, I let you know,
till then,
relaflow
Learn how to pimp a hoe,
go cop and sell flow
Cause yo, you just a novice in this,
and I promise you this
Trinity ain't get no liver than this
So sit down and have
a conference with my
conscience
It's cheap, so conceited
and pompous
Murderous, multidimensional,
we're accomplished
Point you in the opposite of
that folk takin'
nonsense
Abominus, he got his feelings hurt
Started the waterwork,
thought it was all good
The day got worse,
he made a fast break
Hurdled the yellow tape, his heart raced
Gave him the gap face,
he made it past third base
Stomp, I walk the beat till my feet blast
Stomp, rush the party like a beachhead
Stomp, wanna see the hands
in the air from each head
Stomp, with these musical cleats
we make the streets red
Stomp, I walk the beat till my feet blast
Stomp, rush the party like a beachhead
Stomp, wanna see the hands
in the air from each head
Stomp, with these musical cleats
we make the streets red
Thank