Zvi Edelman - Take Cover! (Street) lyrics

S.O.U.L. Purpose ft. Pumpkinhead - “Take Cover!” [Produced by King Koncepts and Zvi Edelman] [Verse 1: Mazzi] Son, I'm built for this. Hit you with the complex simpleness Infamous titan who will clash like some cymbal hits Smash something rigorous, blast like a nickel. It's Past, present, future sh**. Last less ingenious Corner markets like bodegas, rhyme store convenience What? Where? When? Why? How? My words shake wall Tight flows kicks them Tae Bo flicks from Blanks And if we battle [?]. Y'all Are poor carbon copies like Shyne and Lil Zane [?] in the Uptown Shake or Harlem Shimmy I gave your girl this fat dick. She's kind of skinny Stand candid, Grand Canyon, open-handed Higher standard. Please believe and understand it Don't represent hip hop—man, I am it Be NTP, low-post, paint pivotal Smacked by tracks, show you I'm the unf**withable [Hook: Mazzi] Noun, verb, syntax, word serial k**er Heads that put out, ain't too many seemingly iller Take cover in your shack, condo, or villa Discover ain't too many bringing it realer Catch me dope with no filler. We ain't stopping for skrilla But we work hard and draw tracks with pure vigor Our mission give permission for us to scare because Pictures at hand expand and plan quicker [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] You battling me? There's no way that you could win That's like driving blindfolded after drinking a box of gin You're nervous. Somebody give him some oxygen When you rhyme, it gets so quiet I could hear somebody drop a pin I'm a titan at this off-the-head sh** and you're a midget The odds of me losing are slim like the number one digit Stepping to me is risky business like Tom Cruise getting back with Nicole Kidman—I ain't kidding What I'm spitting is sort of a renegade rifle rap I'll chill in the city with a mask over my grill like Michael Jack I've been gone for a while. Now I want my title back I'll split guys in half. I'm nice like that. I'll make your vitals flat Can you decipher that? It's hard to translate my rhyme I'm so nice—f** that—I'll beat your a** and mind So quick, you'd think I was throwing gang signs In a drive-by in a car full of dreads looking like Fry Guys [Hook: Mazzi] Noun, verb, syntax, word serial k**er Heads that put out, ain't too many seemingly iller Take cover in your shack, condo, or villa Discover ain't too many bringing it realer Catch me dope with no filler. We ain't stopping for skrilla But we work hard and draw tracks with pure vigor Our mission give permission for us to scare because Pictures at hand expand and plan quicker [Verse 3: Mazzi] Host a clothes rack from my lips to where my toes at Half you rappers' voices be irritating like [?] Other half needs [?] his whole back Rock to my heartbeat, I'll rock to a soul clap Rock to a bounce beat, I'll rock to an old track Rocket-fist razor hands, they're coming down like bozack Know that you won't last a full blast. Now hold that Flame you on some other sh**. I agree that your flow's crap [Verse 4: Pumpkinhead] Your flow's bad. It's so sad. I'll still Be spitting while you're online with your SSI check With your old a**. I'm so fast, I could run Backwards in circles, creating the Earth's reversal And you're so trash, everybody know you won't last Even your girl don't respect you—she gave you herpes But you thought it was a throat rash. Now you got no sk**s No fans, no a**. You won't pa**? You got no cla** [Hook: Mazzi] Noun, verb, syntax, word serial k**er Heads that put out, ain't too many seemingly iller Take cover in your shack, condo, or villa Discover ain't too many bringing it realer Catch me dope with no filler. We ain't stopping for skrilla But we work hard and draw tracks with pure vigor Our mission give permission for us to scare because Pictures at hand expand and plan quicker [Outro: Mazzi] Plan quicker, Goddamn it! [?]! Whoo! Like that!