Holy Water Lyrics - Singles - Sina K

Rain from the heavens 

I'm ready to bang with the legends 

My brain sustained with a message 

It says "Today is a blessing" 

Clash of the titans, Titanium 

Packing the mic with uranium 

Stacked to the heigh of an elephant, strapped with relevant weapons 

That next attract to your cranium 

Banging em' 

I ain't saying I'm sick 

I'm deader than doornails 

And i'm ready to set my staple in 

Don't mean the kind the paper's in 

Pesos, pounds, and USD 

Curren$y is new to me, and jet life it soon to be 

Don't call me by my government 

Call it as you see it 

And I'm holding up a mirror so you see I'm on some other shit 

In other words, some other chick 

Called me on my cellular, device it's nice I'm lovin it but I can't keep on telling her 

That she can't get a dollar out of me just like a Coinstar 

Pull up in a G-35 I won the coin toss 

Run up in ya building you can't get the red point off 

Your body won't be leaving in one piece just like a loincloth 

Sick with it, Vomit 

Rappers choke, and need the Heimlich 

Like they're speed eating their Ramen 

If it's beef, they wanna find it 

But see this ain't nothing common, I'm rhyming with odd timing and 

Violence see, I'm blowing away this profit till I'm gone like Haley's Comet 

Evil Kanevil, on beats I get lethal with people 

It's either me or the sequel, out for the ring like I'm chiefing with Smeagol 

Peep through the peephole, I'm seeing the many peoples 

But their evil, they'll eat you and beat you with persistence and meet you 

So Tagalong, you can be the tagalong 

How many racks you made, I'm saying A.D. like it's babylon 

Haters never sleeping on me like their only mattress gone 

Fake friends all they used to do is make up like it's avalon 

But pockets fat as mastadons 

Mastered craft in half as long 

You got tracks your average on 

You babble on it's whack and done 

How long can he go 

Oh sir, how long can he go? 

Man, I used to run cross country, treat this track just like a marathon 

I could go forever 

I control the weather 

I said i've been through inferno 

I ain't talking Culpepper 

And you won't get that line, like HQ cocaine 

Mama told me gotta keep on growing like use Rogaine 

I'm too ahead of you lames 

You should forfeit your game 

You ain't half as nice as me 

Salutations to you dames 

Pull up on the scene 

Feeling hella deranged 

If you ain't get the picture then we knock em outta the frame 

Now allow me to kick it up 

See me in cities all over the world and I'm chilling with women 

it's prolly your girl and it's over if she takes me back to the crib 

then magic is boutta be happening kid 

Laugh at these rappers who thinking they're hot or they're thinking 

they cold or whatever it is, but I'm damaging factors, a lyrical 

raptor I'm grabbing and snatching a pack of these kids 

FASTER 

Then it's gone pop 

In a little bit of venomous medicine, relevant it ain't never gone stop 

Till I'm in the grave, till I get it played, till I'm making 

motor money 'cause I could never get a raise 

Never could I ever get a minute to be anything, but better than a veteran to 

get up on my game 

Need Excederin to battle with an elephant, I feel the need to do it better, then I gotta meddle with their brains