Текст песни Machine Gun Rap - Headkrack

(They thought we was fucking around)
(Then they realized we wasn't)

All you crown wearing title holders, hand it over
Dead bodies standing over, champ it's over
Drag 'em like Drago dragged Apollo
Shallow Graves now await anyone who follow
Brain and chain hollow, like them chocolate bunnies on Easter
If ya shit is wack, I'm charging double for features

My reach is Fantastic like that Marvel guy, model fly
Shit, I just might bring back Karl Kani
More skills than a Devry grad, my bad
Too confident to mumble you niggas, ya'll sound sad
Fade any fad when made mad
Thunder clap rap make a train and plane crash
Ya same as it ever was, dead bug with no buzz
Stay throwing joints like boxers in golden gloves

Used to roll in clubs, mic given, type driven
Given kids business like Mike Bivins
Make three words a life sentence to spike interest
Not from Minnesota but I'm some viking shit

(Machine Gun Rap, it's like)
(Brrrr, stick 'em!)
(Shoot up ya block to make you know me)
(Blow! I told you, fools!)
(Machine Gun Rap)
(Yo! Brothers respect mine)
(Soul controller)
(Strapped read-ready for war)

Mad Max in a maxima, axe in my left hand
Hack rappers up use their skull as a headband
Psychotic reverend, Rembrandt advanced
Murder is a art play part like Vincent Van
Ear to the street, I appear on a beat
Like a ghost, you a fake one with a hole in the sheets
Prone to defeat, you are niggas known to retreat
I'm a beast, killing foes, leave them bones in the street

Bon appetit, opponents I eat don't even speak
Not a peep, your dignity you gotta keep
You got a week to live like you seen the ring tape
Got your shorty trying to chase me to the Wingate
I get it in mate, you about to be a inmate
Too much trapping in your rapping confessions on tape
First 48 then you turn into Portier
It's just entertainment, yeah, that's what they all say

(Machine Gun Rap, it's like)
(Brrrr, stick 'em!)
(Shoot up ya block to make you know me)
(Blow! I told you, fools!)
(Machine Gun Rap)
(Yo! Brothers respect mine)
(Soul controller)
(Strapped read-ready for war)

My styles like a vial that's unflushable, rushing you
Straight to a P.O. evil, Theo Huxtable
Sucks for you like a DustBuster, I crush clusters up
Thugs and hustlers, turn 'em into customers

Move these rap packs, my Uzi claps at
These corny cats that, sound like some ass hats
The kid in the class that they laughed at, he abstract
Experimenting on these rappers like they lab rats
Kicking manure that's sure to be cure
Test my product bet it come back pure

Like Blue Sky by Heisenberg, wise with words, I deserve
A warning system so know when I'm at high alert
Rhyme Berzerk, still stay fly like Kirk
Krack leave jerk murked face down in the dirt

(Your rhymes, whoever wrote it, should get demoted)
(It's too sugarcoated) okay, I'm reloading

(Machine Gun Rap, it's like)
(Brrrr, stick 'em!)
(Shoot up ya block to make you know me)
(Blow!)
(Machine Gun Rap)
(Yo! Brothers respect mine)
(Soul controller)
(Strapped read-ready for war)