Cappadonna - Pump Your Fist Lyrics
[killa bamz]Uhh, yeah, what, uhh, yeahDarts of armored warfare, deep the rhyme capriceDeep in levels, alibi havin rebel could playThis competition for pounds in the state of permissionConversation bout this kid killa bamzYou want defense, man to man, location shaolin new yorkIt aint nuthin to talk or walkGet dark son, economic times to faultStyle is mangohead stagnated from softWhat the ***** you thought, we was given support?Live from beatdown, shaolin success, bypass the restMove sixty deep, dutch with the charmOne hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombsHoldin dart guns in palmsOne hundred divine cyphers, killa bamzI pack the dart gun hate to see another death in the famUhh, yeah, whatPump up your fist (3x) if you love this shitPump up your fist (3x) if you love this shit[tekitha]Yall confused and amusing, transfusion Im bruisingMeth-tical illusions, salutin my bladeTongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary wearyTeary fear me, clearly, the pearl dropTime stop, holdin shop, shockwave be braveGhetto came style is maim out to lunchOut to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewelMy life control the cruise, ten deadly touches tooGrip the dutches move, swing rough to cut yaIs the one to seek philosophy in crutchesYou disbelieve, in the tTruth equal king islam truth heard alive, tekithaBust the cypher on the gods, bust the cypher on the godsPump up your fist (3x) if you love this shitPump up your fist (3x) if you love this shit[cappadonna]Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the penPioneer shift from the beginning to the endWhatever I do, yall imitate -- try to come closeBut cant come straight; I branch outTerrorize scenes, split tracks, split hatsBare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sonsThatll rain on your gang, youre too plainMy dope is uncut, high level high like a planeBigger bite bigger mic underground beneath these streetsW-t-c, leaky leakTime meet, chi meet, aint nuttin sweetPakistan, iran clan is like christWord to poltergeist, smash every tapeDeep thoughter, out of order, offSeven thirty, bugged like psycho from the bronxWild like fat pen child to be the rap lawrence martinEyes like lills, mescaline pillsThree bills worth of darts, pump the heartBottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once againIts the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary executionExecutive approachin, tang a demonstrationPillage incorporated, first placeA thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champLamp on the beatbreak, camp on versesCheat on producers, men go workingRhymes make a mill-in, born park hillnInternal lyrics, expose the profaneVote for cappadonna and your whole lifell changePump up your fist (3x) if you love this shitPump up your fist (3x) if you love this shitPump up your fist (3x) if you love this shit
