Eddie Ill & D.L. - Soundclash lyrics

[Intro] Ha. Shabaam Sahdeeq. Sinister Voicez. Nick Wiz. Bring it on. Soundclash. What? [Verse 1] When I begin You wanna jump up out yours skin Down a gin, spin like Rock Steady breaker Take your time, plan ahead play smarts Stay in your place, type to embrace your face Lyrics to motivate, you got One chance, one life so don't blow it Running the street, doing capers for little papers Expand your plan, underestimation end your conversation Now we taking your function for hostage Pierce your armor in a joust no doubt Telecommunication, got you reaching out To the hospital it's possible That you might not make it Tracks you can't fake it Sk**s you can't duplicate it, I know you hate it We made it raw, this edition? We end the fiction Philosophy keeping it knocking, see like carpenters Relief from the regular rotating wackness A clenched fist To make 'em feel this Abrasiveness Forbidden fruit Sahdeeq spit hits for rugged troops And honey's pushing whips behind a tint and birthday suits [Hook] {x2} New sound Flooded with verbs and nouns Soundclash Vibe with sound blast My style Considered hostile But you could, cop a dutch and a drink and stay for a while [Verse 2] The plot gets deeper, they link got weaker They like a speaker with a busted tweeter Crook with no heater Kinetic energy, brought forth so you remember me Slashing the enemy in the back blazing a black leaf Who could pop mo' trash? Question of an answer Who got the phattest track and is that answered by the dancers? Well if it is, you could boogie to this kid [?] true to this so swing the fist and let 'em embrace A taste of this you better face it There's no replacement Sahdeeq will be rocking the basement since Bill Broad You ain't hard You ain't even grazing my squad Sinister Voice, the people choice to rock the mic nonstop So when you spot that, cop that Nick Wiz type hot track Shabaam Sahdeeq format, pushing your wig back Too blaze for you to ADAT, fronting for nothing You sleep like Rip Van, any show we there to rip that [Hook] [Verse 3] My persona Bubble like sauna born performer Got my fam in my corner Smash your recorder Invite you to a slaughter Sorta like some cattle They try to battle but babble Lose they news travel I rock like cradle, stay dip like ladles While some tell fables, fibs and tall tales My train of thought stayed off course, your track stale I rock the M.I., trip 'em with a 40 of ale My ship's set sail, your wack attempts fail I shock like 30,000 volts heads or tail Break the frail, catapult my verbal a**ault Sahdeeq freak techniques, what you thought? [Hook]