Countdown: Bomb Threat

Duration

2:43

Genres

Hip-Hop

Lyrics

I was raised in a small town, and i take shit from no one It took amount of time to get these words done, and so on Grabbin life by it's neck, call it pure strangulation Late nights, and hard work, call it pure dedication. I'm greedy with the mic, and i say things that come to mind, Thought of a master plan, to "Defeat All and Kill with lines". Defrost my shit 'cause it's HEAT, raw like old beef. Talk trash, but just like you're rich, man, there's NO NEED. Hook (X2) Real shit, I'm psycho, when it comes to my mindset. Never had a doubt in my life, Time check Yes,I stay grindin, Hatas' stay behind me Explodin my verse, (This is hip hop) Count down.. Bomb threat. Dropping verbal grenades deadly enough to cause a world war What i speak is definitely sick, meet the cold soar i'll Break your element off, like were dealin with chemistry, they mad atom like its some scientific entity. You can't mess with me, like a victom of under-age sex, Can't run with me and still ain't find another way yet. Try your heart out another day... bloody stained chest. I've got a further dang stretch than a fucking latex. Keep out of Hell's kitchen when the stove is fully turned on. So dope, man, that the bottom of my spoons have burn marks. Turned art into a way that I can lay it on a paper, Pry off the fakers and the haters and ill have'em meet the maker, Keep your ears open for this like the gauges on the skaters. Got something to say? Man, save it, see you later. Tie the mainstream in a knot and place it in the danger of my naked palm, Take your fate and break it when I spit this song. Hook (X2)