Twenty-Twelve Songtext
von 7evenThirty
Twenty-Twelve Songtext
Wake up
2012, I′m bringing all kinds of hell
I said it's time to get down and dirty
With that nigga 730
This one goes out to all y′all niggas
Destructive by design, one touch and
I'm inclined to get gully and vulgar
Only just landed and killed Scully and Mulder
Sci-fi horror flick, distorted mix, master soundtrack
Sorta snort a quarter click from major personality disorder
Boy I got them fangs sharpened and got the thing charging
Running down the street screaming like a wild beast
Flinging funky styles at you
And even fire these beats and busting shots at you
So duck motherfucker get painted on
The wall like these other motherfuckers
Jeepers, only remains are gold chains
Mangled pieces, stains on my Adidas
Abstract artist that got your whole squad
Looking like a Jackson Pollock splattered on canvas
Slapping those stanzas to your face
With no safety regulation taken into consideration
Instant defacement for this generation
Come with that junk get thrown in the
Trunk with the rest of them pitiful
MC's and them CD′s you passed out
You know I never will listen to your landfill material
Garbage is the player hater dark wit
Laser saber dark Sith
And you say you made Swindle so I sling you out the window
Fuck you and The Force, I′m the Source
Shine light in your third eye and throw you off course
I'm the enemy, plus I know all your history
The thing about me, you can′t demystify the mystery
Unidentifiable, only one survivor that seen me
Could just describe an indefinable entity
I got psychiatrists rocking 3D goggles smoking peace pipes
Said they trying to see what I think like
Seem like you were put here for me to exercise my lower chakra
Drop the hammer on you proper
Yo you killing em fam
Go back in
Back the fuck up boy it might shock ya
My ghetto blaster turn into an atom smasher
At the press of a button and I ain't read the instructions
So it′s best you don't touch em unless you plan to get mopped up
I′m from a planet called Off With His Head
That's part of a solar system called Kill A Rapper Dead
And once I tap into that monster mode in my soul
All I see is red flashes, all you see is blackness
And they call it Jacktown
No, Jack City
What up?
2012, I′m bringing all kinds of hell
I said it's time to get down and dirty
With that nigga 730
This one goes out to all y′all niggas
Destructive by design, one touch and
I'm inclined to get gully and vulgar
Only just landed and killed Scully and Mulder
Sci-fi horror flick, distorted mix, master soundtrack
Sorta snort a quarter click from major personality disorder
Boy I got them fangs sharpened and got the thing charging
Running down the street screaming like a wild beast
Flinging funky styles at you
And even fire these beats and busting shots at you
So duck motherfucker get painted on
The wall like these other motherfuckers
Jeepers, only remains are gold chains
Mangled pieces, stains on my Adidas
Abstract artist that got your whole squad
Looking like a Jackson Pollock splattered on canvas
Slapping those stanzas to your face
With no safety regulation taken into consideration
Instant defacement for this generation
Come with that junk get thrown in the
Trunk with the rest of them pitiful
MC's and them CD′s you passed out
You know I never will listen to your landfill material
Garbage is the player hater dark wit
Laser saber dark Sith
And you say you made Swindle so I sling you out the window
Fuck you and The Force, I′m the Source
Shine light in your third eye and throw you off course
I'm the enemy, plus I know all your history
The thing about me, you can′t demystify the mystery
Unidentifiable, only one survivor that seen me
Could just describe an indefinable entity
I got psychiatrists rocking 3D goggles smoking peace pipes
Said they trying to see what I think like
Seem like you were put here for me to exercise my lower chakra
Drop the hammer on you proper
Yo you killing em fam
Go back in
Back the fuck up boy it might shock ya
My ghetto blaster turn into an atom smasher
At the press of a button and I ain't read the instructions
So it′s best you don't touch em unless you plan to get mopped up
I′m from a planet called Off With His Head
That's part of a solar system called Kill A Rapper Dead
And once I tap into that monster mode in my soul
All I see is red flashes, all you see is blackness
And they call it Jacktown
No, Jack City
What up?
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