Pump Your Fist Lyrics - Singles - Cappadonna

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 

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(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 

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(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 ons 

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 

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