Tonedeff - Issawn lyrics

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Tonedeff - Issawn lyrics

Slack f**s, back it up, Act rough, smash cups/ Crack thumbs Catch a lump, The mad rush anthem Jab Guts, Slap Cuffs on hands of strapped thugs/ Flap Gums, Tap their Mug, Catch slugs? Bad luck/ Clap guns? I've had enough, Stack ones? Pa** the buck/ Amped, Son? Examine the last punk who's trap's shut/ Wack chumps, & f*gs duck, in the back of a packed club/ We stand front, snatch em, and vanish once the cab comes/ Fast Love? Shag s*uts, a** hump, stab muffs/ Women grab studs, show em upper cla** Tantra/ Now Dance dumb, have fun, I'll rap till I collapse lungs/ Chickens flash jugs if you wanna have your man sprung/ Dash, crush in the fashion of Mack trucks, that's crunk, Leave your hat spun, bash drums, after the band's done/ You're trapped, stuck, throw a ma** tantrum! You can't front/ We bout to light it up, tell em where you snagged the match from. Monsterous, stompin sh**, without the risk of consequence/ Watch it kid, outta respect, learn how to use your common sense/ Rockin it, shock your system out with this atomic kick/ Ominous, sound that picks you up to put you down again/ Dominant, confident, troopin, on without a hitch/ The QN slaughterhouse 5 like Kurt Vonnegut/ Ironic, is it not a bit? You co*ky pricks, wanna b**h? You must've lost your noodles like you dropped a pasta dish/ Preposterous! Shout at kids, blockin 'em with a hockey stick/ Your fosse click, gets sent back to the dot com, with lots of hits/ It's obvious, geologists with documents, have proven that we're toppling/ The continents by the amount we're hopping and/ We're proud of it! I'll Allow the crowd to vent/ Hip-Hop to politics! No matter what the topic is, we're squashing it!/ The clock is set! Tick-tick-tock It's about to get/ Brolic, yet, we always got ya gawkin in astonishment! Break: Tear this b**h down right now. I got the lethal lingo – with a street flow, to keep more/ People eagerly breathing, fiending for the repeat dose/ But there be no sequel, or cheap clone of the team known/ As Deac, Kno, Elite, Tone and beats grown by Domingo/ From the East Coast to Reno, We swing bows and Meet hoes/ With freak jones, and leaves holes so they're wide enough for free throws/ Now, Reach throats, squeeze hold, but freeze though, police hope/ You do something illegal – like deal coke – you seen blow? Like Deep snow, we shut em down – Peaceful/ Bring your pea coats, if you thinking to drink more, with the chug of a steamboat/ Wanna beef, yo? You bleed, so, don't leave home with clean clothes/ We "Plink!" Bones, like fink Joe Pesci's role in Casino/ My speech holds diesel! Heats coal, Please don't/ Sleep, or your bound to wake up screaming with your sheets soaked/ f** a c-note, this here's free show/ Cause tonight, we're all millionaires, like the ATM machines broke! Chorus: Lets get set with this, freshness, Restless Kids, Just step to this! Yes, It's on! This excuse to just wreck sh**/ Flex Chicks! Cause we ain't s**ist! Yes, It's on! Press up next to this entrance Hence, don't jet for those exits Yes, It's on! Vexed? Upset? With your section? Then, don't stress! Release Tension! Yes, It's on!