Pump Lyrics - Singles - Bionic Jive

Are you ready for a brother 

With a mouth full of hand grenades? 

Watch a brothers tongue serenade 

With the grace of a razor blade over butter 

In the middle of a heat wave, peep ways 

Got a baby in every part of the city 

'Cause I'm street made 

Did you really want to clash with me? 

I'ma paint a picture sad to see 

Like a brother from a rope in an apple tree 

Did you really believe these ability's couldn't achieve 

Filling my pockets with the cheese and the broccoli? 

Watch you trippin' on some of that shit 

That be killing off the ozone mention my clique 

Now she don't want to put her clothes on 

You better recognize who to idolize over tracks 

Or catch a match to the batch 

Of the kerosene for the pay back 

'Cause the S.W. never play that 

I eliminate them till the moon fade black 

Never sentimental on an instrumental 

When it's complemental to the mental psycho 

Alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle 

From the max to the minimal 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump 

Terminal condition when the mic is in position 

To slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up 

Giving them a hemorrhage with the double concussion 

Propelling through my nemesis multiple combination 

In 3D images split a wig when a fool trip 

Never mind what your sipping on, what you trippin' on? 

Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham 

Or the way my city get it gritty in your time zone? 

Monologue get mind blown, keep you ducking 

In the bushes when the infrared roam 

Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly 

Rock the philosophy made for the rap game 

I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game 

Drop flows and got chose for the rap game 

I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive 

What, what, what, come on 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump 

Psycho, alphabetical, street ministry 

Was it the night we dragged your hommie through the night club 

Made him fold up when he loc'd up 

Droppin' heat seekers to his dome 

Like a hot comb to his dome when he spoke up 

All adversaries look away when the A to the K O M A C K 

Get to rippin' through the cable with the wrath of a bullet 

Bet your corner catch a ricochet 

Propelling parallel with the light speed laid back 

Like a knock kneed, eye to eye with the enemy 

While the telepathy proceed to achieve 

Blowing enemies to a realm in a calm breeze 

I shall rip it till my lungs cease 

Proceed spittin' game in the city streets 

And continue rippin' heads off of robeast 

Sincerely yours lack mack with the khakis creased 

Whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump 

Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve 

Damn if I ain't superb with it 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah 

Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve 

'Damn if I ain't superb with it 

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on? 

Pump, pump, pump, pump