Cappadonna Pump Your Fist Lyrics

Pump Your Fist Lyrics

[Featuring Killa Bamz Tekitha]
[Killa Bamz]
Uhh yeah what uhh
yeah
Darts of armored warfare Deep the rhyme Caprice
Deep in levels alibi
havin rebel could play
this competition for pounds in the state of
permission
Conversation bout this kid Killa Bamz
You want defense man to
man location Shaolin New York
It ain't nuthin to talk or walk
Get dark
son economic times to fault
Style is mangohead stagnated from soft
What
the fuck you thought, we was given support?
Live from Beatdown, Shaolin
success, bypass the rest
Move sixty deep, Dutch with the charm
One
hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombs
Holdin dart guns in
palms
One hundred divine cyphers, Killa Bamz
I pack the dart gun hate to
see another death in the fam
Uhh, yeah, what
pump up your fist (3X) if
you love this shit
pump up your fist (3X) if you love this
shit
[Tekitha]
Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm
bruising
Meth-Tical illusions, salutin my blade
Tongue blade of fury,
nurse the wound leary weary
Teary fear me, clearly, the pearl drop
Time
stop, holdin shop, shockwave be brave
Ghetto came style is maim out to
lunch
Out to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewel
My life
control the cruise, ten deadly touches too
Grip the Dutches move, swing
rough to cut ya
is the one to seek philosophy in crutches
You disbelieve,
in the T
Truth Equal King Islam Truth Heard Alive, TEKITHA
Bust the cypher
on the Gods, bust the cypher on the Gods
pump up your fist (3X) if you love
this shit
pump up your fist (3X) if you love this
shit
[Cappadonna]
Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the
pen
Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end
Whatever I do, y'all
imitate -- try to come close
but can't come straight; I branch
out
Terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats
Bare facts, guns, crazy
funds, a thousand sons
that'll rain on your gang, you're too plain
My
dope is uncut, high level high like a plane
Bigger bite bigger mic
underground beneath these streets
W-T-C, leaky leak
Time meet, Chi meet,
ain't nuttin sweet
Pakistan, Iran clan is like Christ
Word to
Poltergeist, smash every tape
Deep thoughter, out of order, off
Seven
thirty, bugged like psycho from the Bronx
Wild like fat pen child to be the
rap Lawrence Martin
Eyes like lills, mescaline pills
Three bills worth of
darts, pump the heart
Bottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once
again
It's the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary
execution
Executive approachin, Tang a demonstration
Pillage
Incorporated, first place
A thai clean like a plant, eight time writer
champ
Lamp on the beatbreak, camp on verses
Cheat on producers, men go
working
Rhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill'n
Internal lyrics, expose
the profane
Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change
pump up
your fist (3X) if you love this shit
pump up your fist (3X) if you love this
shit
pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit