Pa**ion Hifi - Hit that lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm just a teenager, prepared to be major Across the globe, but I'll leave that for later These haters on Vine make my nine Make my day and write my lines Hes hot like iron, he's got variety Wanna worship God? You're hearing the Diety Lyrically gunning, You're squinting, I'm punching The truth is sinking like a dead duckling Try to figure my lyrics out Just a kid but I'll trigger you down Rhymes with vigour, into the town So Allow me to hit the music and pound it With five rounds of live ammunition Rhymes so hot and straight out of the kitchen It's like a rhyme picnic, if it's karate, I kick it And if it's a diss battle, I'll tell them to stick it [Chorus] Hit that word and stanza Hit that verse with anger Hit that, load a Glock Hit that prose and hook Beat that to Atlanta Back and then go berzerk Hit that word and stanza Hit that verse with anger Hit that, load a Glock Hit that prose and hook Beat that to Atlanta Back and then hit that [Verse 2] Like a full blown battle, my rhymes are hectic So shield from arrows, before you're neck's hit Rhymes are hellish like a cemetery Rhymes so epic, they're legendary And nothing can stop me When I'm in the zone No one can not see from my tone That I am the tower, rhymes have the power To push you off the top of the building so cower Howler of stanzas, chapters and phrases Making hazes, distributing them To nerds and Pagans, Asians, Curds and maidens On every occasion I flow so steady, it's amazing Light up the stage, when I'm on it It's hailing Word after word Bullets, I'm aiming with a sniper Rhymes fly like a kite You know you're wrong, and I'm right [Chorus] Hit that word and stanza Hit that verse with anger Hit that, load a Glock Hit that prose and hook Beat that to Atlanta Back and then go berzerk Hit that word and stanza Hit that verse with anger Hit that, load a Glock Hit that prose and hook Beat that to Atlanta Back and then hit that [Verse 3] Thoughts travel like a rock and grim like the reaper So put me on your dock and play me out your speaker In your ear can*l, hit the spot This is typical of him, rhymes are shot Out of a Glock I now have a job And that's to rhyme till my heart stops [Cough x2] Need to go to the doctor Rhymes so hot that I got burned Oh, I did that, mishap is caused Tic tac toe, I bring that flow To the audio with a ball of dough In order to throw it at your faces Back to the beginning, back to basics Who's the sh**? You'd better face it Once I've punched, you get a facelift Knuckles in mouth You're gonna taste this [Chorus] Hit that word and stanza Hit that verse with anger Hit that, load a Glock Hit that prose and hook Beat that to Atlanta Back and then go berzerk Hit that word and stanza Hit that verse with anger Hit that, load a Glock Hit that prose and hook Beat that to Atlanta Back and then hit that