DL Incognito - Head Rush lyrics

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DL Incognito - Head Rush lyrics

(Verse 1) It's like a flood, heads rush when the doors open The record stores stack they shelves with the most potent With the commotion Of a firearm shot in the air n***az scramble, like mammals from the front to the rear Son you gotta get there Before the sh** sold out Ask your man if its dope and he like "no doubt" This n***az got lyrics yo a stupid amount So many compliments I f**in' lost count So many continents enjoy the sound When I'm clowning the beat I bring the heat Of the Cannibus and LL beef My records leaked So what! another one will fallow And that's the sh** that n***az find hard to swallow n***a hollow like points So they stay on the shelves I'm so full of my self That my sh** gon sell My soundscans, won't get me on your top 40 I'm in the laboratory Create a category, for that You n***az bore me with raps, so translucent Get the cash, get the loot and The new movement It's been proving loop it, add drums to the set If it ain't broke then don't try and fix it (Chorus) What the f** you think you get I'm the ultimate The culprit Of the sound that be murdering decks An artifact is my depth Check my 12 inches And heads rush to LP's for the rest (Verse 2) So many years aching Just for the bread and bacon n***az flaking/ Now I'm making It's so breathtaking Amazing DL is like a hit in the making I went from 8 bits to a Sony Playstation n***az pray for they time not to be up They see me and they freeze up They know the futures here n***a read up News, mags and wired They herd of the messiah What you coke'd up like Richard Prior You f**in' liar So you get the gas face Like 3rd ba** Plus you get the ash tray n***az so pa**é Don't mistake my confidence for being conceded I'm a humble type of cat when we meeting n***az know I'm cool in person On tracks give beatings I drop j**els like the coliseum A 740 I is BM AM becomes the PM PM could be the last night to you breathing Give you something to believe in Real hip-hop duke From the clothes to the jeans to the boots to the crews From the first shell shot To shell toed shoe I'll show n***az if they ain't got a clue (Chorus)