Gunshowers
๐ต 2369 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:03 duration
๐ ID: 2881420
๐ Lyrics
Simple minds get blown, shattered into pieces
My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli
We live we die, we put 'em in the sky
Free your mind as a slave like the Fourth of July
This a sandstorm created from original thought
I bust boundaries son, you just do what you taught
My vocab is powerful, spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come through in the final hour, with gun showers
Stand the fuck up like Flav to fight the power
I'm an activist, socialist, deadly ass poetrist
Supreme Clientele, I'm a goddamn vocalist
My thoughts are so heavy I could change a generation
The x factor, we puttin' holes through inflation
If you hit the rock bottom of the asphalt, that's likely your ass fault
My lines are cocaine, the flow is bath salts
I'm a for-sure Don, no one in your circle can box me
That's like an oxymoron
I flirt with building your empire
Gotta shake the snake in the grass and spark sharks to swim by ya
'Cause every meek head that speak street cred ain't bangin' heat lead
And probably cut like sweet bread wetting their sheets spread
So nigga holla, I coin phrases to trigger dollars
Its butterfly like the shirts made with bigger collars
Women thank the scholar, the broad stealer
Who laying them face down and ass up like a card dealer
The time ceases, I keep a bed with dime pieces
As I palm another phenomenon rhyme thesis
'Cause on the contrary,
I get it popping like Dom Perignon beyond Tom, Harry and Dick
You can declare me as sick
Highly contagious
Bath salt flows leaving bodies all on stages
Locked behind cages, Don of all ages
Its Ghostface nigga never plead in the cases
But I plead the fifth, four-fifth by the belt buckle
Crack stone-faced niggas with the steel of a knuckle
Go ahead and chuckle, I have uncle murder your goons
Hoes and balloons, OD'ing on flights from Colombia
Pull your trunk through your neck when the cartel's done with you
Supreme talk boss, verbal holocaust I'm a thriller
Have you jumping out, they sleep, Wigs hand me a Miller
Sick the dogs sitting in their shoes
My iron monkeys spit banana clips with thick traps like Terry Crews
Silver backs with high tracks, fuckin' relax
Got a duffel bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture rises in attack just like a vulture
Ghostface the next Escobar or Sosa
My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli
We live we die, we put 'em in the sky
Free your mind as a slave like the Fourth of July
This a sandstorm created from original thought
I bust boundaries son, you just do what you taught
My vocab is powerful, spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come through in the final hour, with gun showers
Stand the fuck up like Flav to fight the power
I'm an activist, socialist, deadly ass poetrist
Supreme Clientele, I'm a goddamn vocalist
My thoughts are so heavy I could change a generation
The x factor, we puttin' holes through inflation
If you hit the rock bottom of the asphalt, that's likely your ass fault
My lines are cocaine, the flow is bath salts
I'm a for-sure Don, no one in your circle can box me
That's like an oxymoron
I flirt with building your empire
Gotta shake the snake in the grass and spark sharks to swim by ya
'Cause every meek head that speak street cred ain't bangin' heat lead
And probably cut like sweet bread wetting their sheets spread
So nigga holla, I coin phrases to trigger dollars
Its butterfly like the shirts made with bigger collars
Women thank the scholar, the broad stealer
Who laying them face down and ass up like a card dealer
The time ceases, I keep a bed with dime pieces
As I palm another phenomenon rhyme thesis
'Cause on the contrary,
I get it popping like Dom Perignon beyond Tom, Harry and Dick
You can declare me as sick
Highly contagious
Bath salt flows leaving bodies all on stages
Locked behind cages, Don of all ages
Its Ghostface nigga never plead in the cases
But I plead the fifth, four-fifth by the belt buckle
Crack stone-faced niggas with the steel of a knuckle
Go ahead and chuckle, I have uncle murder your goons
Hoes and balloons, OD'ing on flights from Colombia
Pull your trunk through your neck when the cartel's done with you
Supreme talk boss, verbal holocaust I'm a thriller
Have you jumping out, they sleep, Wigs hand me a Miller
Sick the dogs sitting in their shoes
My iron monkeys spit banana clips with thick traps like Terry Crews
Silver backs with high tracks, fuckin' relax
Got a duffel bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture rises in attack just like a vulture
Ghostface the next Escobar or Sosa
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:32.00] Simple minds get blown, shattered into pieces
[00:35.23] My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli
[00:37.68] We live we die, we put 'em in the sky
[00:40.64] Free your mind as a slave like the Fourth of July
[00:43.17] This a sandstorm created from original thought
[00:45.87] I bust boundaries son, you just do what you taught
[00:48.63] My vocab is powerful, spit shit subliminal
[00:51.62] Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
[00:54.38] Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
[00:57.15] Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
[00:59.88] Come through in the final hour, with gun showers
[01:02.48] Stand the fuck up like Flav to fight the power
[01:05.27] I'm an activist, socialist, deadly ass poetrist
[01:08.32] Supreme Clientele, I'm a goddamn vocalist
[01:10.73] My thoughts are so heavy I could change a generation
[01:13.51] The x factor, we puttin' holes through inflation
[01:26.21] If you hit the rock bottom of the asphalt, that's likely your ass fault
[01:30.14] My lines are cocaine, the flow is bath salts
[01:32.90] I'm a for-sure Don, no one in your circle can box me
[01:36.39] That's like an oxymoron
[01:37.67] I flirt with building your empire
[01:39.95] Gotta shake the snake in the grass and spark sharks to swim by ya
[01:43.39] 'Cause every meek head that speak street cred ain't bangin' heat lead
[01:46.57] And probably cut like sweet bread wetting their sheets spread
[01:49.38] So nigga holla, I coin phrases to trigger dollars
[01:52.12] Its butterfly like the shirts made with bigger collars
[01:54.90] Women thank the scholar, the broad stealer
[01:57.40] Who laying them face down and ass up like a card dealer
[02:00.42] The time ceases, I keep a bed with dime pieces
[02:03.23] As I palm another phenomenon rhyme thesis
[02:05.85] 'Cause on the contrary,
[02:07.00] I get it popping like Dom Perignon beyond Tom, Harry and Dick
[02:11.02] You can declare me as sick
[02:12.25] Highly contagious
[02:13.56] Bath salt flows leaving bodies all on stages
[02:16.34] Locked behind cages, Don of all ages
[02:19.25] Its Ghostface nigga never plead in the cases
[02:21.79] But I plead the fifth, four-fifth by the belt buckle
[02:24.83] Crack stone-faced niggas with the steel of a knuckle
[02:27.03] Go ahead and chuckle, I have uncle murder your goons
[02:29.68] Hoes and balloons, OD'ing on flights from Colombia
[02:32.86] Pull your trunk through your neck when the cartel's done with you
[02:35.83] Supreme talk boss, verbal holocaust I'm a thriller
[02:38.23] Have you jumping out, they sleep, Wigs hand me a Miller
[02:41.22] Sick the dogs sitting in their shoes
[02:43.01] My iron monkeys spit banana clips with thick traps like Terry Crews
[02:46.52] Silver backs with high tracks, fuckin' relax
[02:49.09] Got a duffel bag full of guns son, dipped in black
[02:51.94] My culture rises in attack just like a vulture
[02:54.98] Ghostface the next Escobar or Sosa
[00:35.23] My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli
[00:37.68] We live we die, we put 'em in the sky
[00:40.64] Free your mind as a slave like the Fourth of July
[00:43.17] This a sandstorm created from original thought
[00:45.87] I bust boundaries son, you just do what you taught
[00:48.63] My vocab is powerful, spit shit subliminal
[00:51.62] Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
[00:54.38] Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
[00:57.15] Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
[00:59.88] Come through in the final hour, with gun showers
[01:02.48] Stand the fuck up like Flav to fight the power
[01:05.27] I'm an activist, socialist, deadly ass poetrist
[01:08.32] Supreme Clientele, I'm a goddamn vocalist
[01:10.73] My thoughts are so heavy I could change a generation
[01:13.51] The x factor, we puttin' holes through inflation
[01:26.21] If you hit the rock bottom of the asphalt, that's likely your ass fault
[01:30.14] My lines are cocaine, the flow is bath salts
[01:32.90] I'm a for-sure Don, no one in your circle can box me
[01:36.39] That's like an oxymoron
[01:37.67] I flirt with building your empire
[01:39.95] Gotta shake the snake in the grass and spark sharks to swim by ya
[01:43.39] 'Cause every meek head that speak street cred ain't bangin' heat lead
[01:46.57] And probably cut like sweet bread wetting their sheets spread
[01:49.38] So nigga holla, I coin phrases to trigger dollars
[01:52.12] Its butterfly like the shirts made with bigger collars
[01:54.90] Women thank the scholar, the broad stealer
[01:57.40] Who laying them face down and ass up like a card dealer
[02:00.42] The time ceases, I keep a bed with dime pieces
[02:03.23] As I palm another phenomenon rhyme thesis
[02:05.85] 'Cause on the contrary,
[02:07.00] I get it popping like Dom Perignon beyond Tom, Harry and Dick
[02:11.02] You can declare me as sick
[02:12.25] Highly contagious
[02:13.56] Bath salt flows leaving bodies all on stages
[02:16.34] Locked behind cages, Don of all ages
[02:19.25] Its Ghostface nigga never plead in the cases
[02:21.79] But I plead the fifth, four-fifth by the belt buckle
[02:24.83] Crack stone-faced niggas with the steel of a knuckle
[02:27.03] Go ahead and chuckle, I have uncle murder your goons
[02:29.68] Hoes and balloons, OD'ing on flights from Colombia
[02:32.86] Pull your trunk through your neck when the cartel's done with you
[02:35.83] Supreme talk boss, verbal holocaust I'm a thriller
[02:38.23] Have you jumping out, they sleep, Wigs hand me a Miller
[02:41.22] Sick the dogs sitting in their shoes
[02:43.01] My iron monkeys spit banana clips with thick traps like Terry Crews
[02:46.52] Silver backs with high tracks, fuckin' relax
[02:49.09] Got a duffel bag full of guns son, dipped in black
[02:51.94] My culture rises in attack just like a vulture
[02:54.98] Ghostface the next Escobar or Sosa