Fucksoundcheck Lyrics
| Song | Fucksoundcheck |
| Artist | Copywrite |
| Album | The High Exhaulted |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Krohn, Nelson | |
| My birth certificate reads: "Earth's most descriptive MC" | |
| My death certificate'll read: "I'm dead, quit listening to me" | |
| But while I'm here I'll use the planet as a platform | |
| To plant panic in faggots and bash 'em with a mask on | |
| My stamina's twice more to boost | |
| I persuaded Anakin from the light side towards the truth | |
| So panic in fright when handing me mics, wars insue | |
| From the Mic Lord ya family likes more than you | |
| Your ?*?'ll flinch when I nurse you to trauma | |
| Cause my adlibs are iller than any verse you can conjure | |
| Megahertz will persecute you with honor | |
| Wheathermen'll take it one step further and murder ya momma | |
| Climb the highest mountain, spit bottomless venom, shot 'em with rhythm | |
| I don't get problems, I give 'em | |
| My skin is made of the sharpest and thinnest blades | |
| My notebook's more amazing than the one Guinness made | |
| So when I rock what's not to like | |
| I use your rhymes as an example of what not to write | |
| Your faction is nothing, you'll get chewed for the hell of it | |
| If rappin was fuckin ya whole crew would be celebit | |
| Copywrite'll shit a million words before your first sentence drops | |
| Or before my double engine stops | |
| Whichever comes first cause I'm determined to serve y'all with permanent words | |
| Murdering germs | |
| By avoiding the most obvious method, my hobby is catching | |
| And you can't dodge the Intrepid | |
| Tis the season I'll ceast you breathing through ya chest | |
| That's not a threat, it's the reason I was sent | |
| (Chourus) | |
| Fucksoundcheck the crowd wants it now | |
| Fuck site, by scent I'll hunt you down | |
| There's 5 senses 4 seasons 3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing 1 weasing | |
| Anyone who dis O-H town, I'm shittin on | |
| DJ's that don't have 2 copies of this, I'm shittin on | |
| When we on stage shut up until my click is gone | |
| Show respect before your bitch is gone | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| Piercing me in the eyes is like staring at the sun for a minute or 3 | |
| You'll close your eyes blink and still see an image of me | |
| No camera can capture the essence | |
| One thousand years nuthin changed, Dracula never had a reflection | |
| Fuck rockin mics, I'm cracking domes with African Stones | |
| My practice sessions' a classic alone | |
| Give me six minutes, teams a stripped gimmicks | |
| I don't wanna be mainstream, I wanna PISS in it | |
| I'll eat you twice, invite you back for thirds to lose | |
| Try again and get ate 4 times like 32 | |
| By a raw crew that'll bury all you | |
| With Freestyles that result in thousand dollar lawsuits | |
| Hardcore, so while you spin on cardboard | |
| I evole the practice of shit talking to an art form | |
| And your banned from the mic | |
| I get more Dap over the course of day than you'll see in the span of ya life | |
| Damn right, but I got all day if y'all wanna learn the hard way | |
| Show y'all how a thunder god plays | |
| To sum it up, I'll Kill you | |
| I don't blame you for being wack, I blame your fans for being dumb enough to feel you | |
| Travel with me, I'll pass you by 10 styles | |
| Battle? Y'all ain't no battle emcees, y'all are pen pals | |
| You ran, I launch rapid torpedos | |
| Now I'm dead on ya ass like rabbit fur speedos | |
| God damnit I laminate what I write | |
| After seeing how y'all are contaminating the mic | |
| I animate when I strike right off the paper to cause random acts of | |
| Slamming a fan's axe dead in ya man's back | |
| My monstrous accomplice wands'll stun fast | |
| with the promptness of a gun blast | |
| I'm like, semen to semen I cum out the hardest | |
| And I won't scalp tickets to a concert, I'll scalp the artist | |
| (Chourus) | |
| Fucksoundcheck the crowd wants it now | |
| Fuck site, by scent I'll hunt you down | |
| There's 5 senses 4 seasons 3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing 1 weasing | |
| Anyone who dis O-H town, I'm shittin on | |
| DJ's that don't have 2 copies of this, I'm shittin on | |
| When we on stage shut up until my click is gone | |
| Show respect before your bitch is gone |
| zuo qu : Krohn, Nelson | |
| My birth certificate reads: " Earth' s most descriptive MC" | |
| My death certificate' ll read: " I' m dead, quit listening to me" | |
| But while I' m here I' ll use the planet as a platform | |
| To plant panic in faggots and bash ' em with a mask on | |
| My stamina' s twice more to boost | |
| I persuaded Anakin from the light side towards the truth | |
| So panic in fright when handing me mics, wars insue | |
| From the Mic Lord ya family likes more than you | |
| Your nbsp??' ll flinch when I nurse you to trauma | |
| Cause my adlibs are iller than any verse you can conjure | |
| Megahertz will persecute you with honor | |
| Wheathermen' ll take it one step further and murder ya momma | |
| Climb the highest mountain, spit bottomless venom, shot ' em with rhythm | |
| I don' t get problems, I give ' em | |
| My skin is made of the sharpest and thinnest blades | |
| My notebook' s more amazing than the one Guinness made | |
| So when I rock what' s not to like | |
| I use your rhymes as an example of what not to write | |
| Your faction is nothing, you' ll get chewed for the hell of it | |
| If rappin was fuckin ya whole crew would be celebit | |
| Copywrite' ll shit a million words before your first sentence drops | |
| Or before my double engine stops | |
| Whichever comes first cause I' m determined to serve y' all with permanent words | |
| Murdering germs | |
| By avoiding the most obvious method, my hobby is catching | |
| And you can' t dodge the Intrepid | |
| Tis the season I' ll ceast you breathing through ya chest | |
| That' s not a threat, it' s the reason I was sent | |
| Chourus | |
| Fucksoundcheck the crowd wants it now | |
| Fuck site, by scent I' ll hunt you down | |
| There' s 5 senses 4 seasons 3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing 1 weasing | |
| Anyone who dis OH town, I' m shittin on | |
| DJ' s that don' t have 2 copies of this, I' m shittin on | |
| When we on stage shut up until my click is gone | |
| Show respect before your bitch is gone | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Piercing me in the eyes is like staring at the sun for a minute or 3 | |
| You' ll close your eyes blink and still see an image of me | |
| No camera can capture the essence | |
| One thousand years nuthin changed, Dracula never had a reflection | |
| Fuck rockin mics, I' m cracking domes with African Stones | |
| My practice sessions' a classic alone | |
| Give me six minutes, teams a stripped gimmicks | |
| I don' t wanna be mainstream, I wanna PISS in it | |
| I' ll eat you twice, invite you back for thirds to lose | |
| Try again and get ate 4 times like 32 | |
| By a raw crew that' ll bury all you | |
| With Freestyles that result in thousand dollar lawsuits | |
| Hardcore, so while you spin on cardboard | |
| I evole the practice of shit talking to an art form | |
| And your banned from the mic | |
| I get more Dap over the course of day than you' ll see in the span of ya life | |
| Damn right, but I got all day if y' all wanna learn the hard way | |
| Show y' all how a thunder god plays | |
| To sum it up, I' ll Kill you | |
| I don' t blame you for being wack, I blame your fans for being dumb enough to feel you | |
| Travel with me, I' ll pass you by 10 styles | |
| Battle? Y' all ain' t no battle emcees, y' all are pen pals | |
| You ran, I launch rapid torpedos | |
| Now I' m dead on ya ass like rabbit fur speedos | |
| God damnit I laminate what I write | |
| After seeing how y' all are contaminating the mic | |
| I animate when I strike right off the paper to cause random acts of | |
| Slamming a fan' s axe dead in ya man' s back | |
| My monstrous accomplice wands' ll stun fast | |
| with the promptness of a gun blast | |
| I' m like, semen to semen I cum out the hardest | |
| And I won' t scalp tickets to a concert, I' ll scalp the artist | |
| Chourus | |
| Fucksoundcheck the crowd wants it now | |
| Fuck site, by scent I' ll hunt you down | |
| There' s 5 senses 4 seasons 3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing 1 weasing | |
| Anyone who dis OH town, I' m shittin on | |
| DJ' s that don' t have 2 copies of this, I' m shittin on | |
| When we on stage shut up until my click is gone | |
| Show respect before your bitch is gone |
| zuò qǔ : Krohn, Nelson | |
| My birth certificate reads: " Earth' s most descriptive MC" | |
| My death certificate' ll read: " I' m dead, quit listening to me" | |
| But while I' m here I' ll use the planet as a platform | |
| To plant panic in faggots and bash ' em with a mask on | |
| My stamina' s twice more to boost | |
| I persuaded Anakin from the light side towards the truth | |
| So panic in fright when handing me mics, wars insue | |
| From the Mic Lord ya family likes more than you | |
| Your nbsp??' ll flinch when I nurse you to trauma | |
| Cause my adlibs are iller than any verse you can conjure | |
| Megahertz will persecute you with honor | |
| Wheathermen' ll take it one step further and murder ya momma | |
| Climb the highest mountain, spit bottomless venom, shot ' em with rhythm | |
| I don' t get problems, I give ' em | |
| My skin is made of the sharpest and thinnest blades | |
| My notebook' s more amazing than the one Guinness made | |
| So when I rock what' s not to like | |
| I use your rhymes as an example of what not to write | |
| Your faction is nothing, you' ll get chewed for the hell of it | |
| If rappin was fuckin ya whole crew would be celebit | |
| Copywrite' ll shit a million words before your first sentence drops | |
| Or before my double engine stops | |
| Whichever comes first cause I' m determined to serve y' all with permanent words | |
| Murdering germs | |
| By avoiding the most obvious method, my hobby is catching | |
| And you can' t dodge the Intrepid | |
| Tis the season I' ll ceast you breathing through ya chest | |
| That' s not a threat, it' s the reason I was sent | |
| Chourus | |
| Fucksoundcheck the crowd wants it now | |
| Fuck site, by scent I' ll hunt you down | |
| There' s 5 senses 4 seasons 3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing 1 weasing | |
| Anyone who dis OH town, I' m shittin on | |
| DJ' s that don' t have 2 copies of this, I' m shittin on | |
| When we on stage shut up until my click is gone | |
| Show respect before your bitch is gone | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Piercing me in the eyes is like staring at the sun for a minute or 3 | |
| You' ll close your eyes blink and still see an image of me | |
| No camera can capture the essence | |
| One thousand years nuthin changed, Dracula never had a reflection | |
| Fuck rockin mics, I' m cracking domes with African Stones | |
| My practice sessions' a classic alone | |
| Give me six minutes, teams a stripped gimmicks | |
| I don' t wanna be mainstream, I wanna PISS in it | |
| I' ll eat you twice, invite you back for thirds to lose | |
| Try again and get ate 4 times like 32 | |
| By a raw crew that' ll bury all you | |
| With Freestyles that result in thousand dollar lawsuits | |
| Hardcore, so while you spin on cardboard | |
| I evole the practice of shit talking to an art form | |
| And your banned from the mic | |
| I get more Dap over the course of day than you' ll see in the span of ya life | |
| Damn right, but I got all day if y' all wanna learn the hard way | |
| Show y' all how a thunder god plays | |
| To sum it up, I' ll Kill you | |
| I don' t blame you for being wack, I blame your fans for being dumb enough to feel you | |
| Travel with me, I' ll pass you by 10 styles | |
| Battle? Y' all ain' t no battle emcees, y' all are pen pals | |
| You ran, I launch rapid torpedos | |
| Now I' m dead on ya ass like rabbit fur speedos | |
| God damnit I laminate what I write | |
| After seeing how y' all are contaminating the mic | |
| I animate when I strike right off the paper to cause random acts of | |
| Slamming a fan' s axe dead in ya man' s back | |
| My monstrous accomplice wands' ll stun fast | |
| with the promptness of a gun blast | |
| I' m like, semen to semen I cum out the hardest | |
| And I won' t scalp tickets to a concert, I' ll scalp the artist | |
| Chourus | |
| Fucksoundcheck the crowd wants it now | |
| Fuck site, by scent I' ll hunt you down | |
| There' s 5 senses 4 seasons 3 emcees 2 down 1 breathing 1 weasing | |
| Anyone who dis OH town, I' m shittin on | |
| DJ' s that don' t have 2 copies of this, I' m shittin on | |
| When we on stage shut up until my click is gone | |
| Show respect before your bitch is gone |
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