Bionic Jive - Pump lyrics

rate me

Are you ready for a brother

With a mouth full of hand grenades?

Watch a brothers tongue serenade

With the grace of a razor blade over butter

In the middle of a heat wave, peep ways

Got a baby in every part of the city

'Cause I'm street made

Did you really want to clash with me?

I'ma paint a picture sad to see

Like a brother from a rope in an apple tree

Did you really believe these ability's couldn't achieve

Filling my pockets with the cheese and the broccoli?

Watch you trippin' on some of that shit

That be killing off the ozone mention my clique

Now she don't want to put her clothes on

You better recognize who to idolize over tracks

Or catch a match to the batch

Of the kerosene for the pay back

'Cause the S.W. never play that

I eliminate them till the moon fade black

Never sentimental on an instrumental

When it's complemental to the mental psycho

Alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle

From the max to the minimal

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump

Terminal condition when the mic is in position

To slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up

Giving them a hemorrhage with the double concussion

Propelling through my nemesis multiple combination

In 3D images split a wig when a fool trip

Never mind what your sipping on, what you trippin' on?

Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham

Or the way my city get it gritty in your time zone?

Monologue get mind blown, keep you ducking

In the bushes when the infrared roam

Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly

Rock the philosophy made for the rap game

I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game

Drop flows and got chose for the rap game

I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive

What, what, what, come on

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump

Psycho, alphabetical, street ministry

Was it the night we dragged your hommie through the night club

Made him fold up when he loc'd up

Droppin' heat seekers to his dome

Like a hot comb to his dome when he spoke up

All adversaries look away when the A to the K O M A C K

Get to rippin' through the cable with the wrath of a bullet

Bet your corner catch a ricochet

Propelling parallel with the light speed laid back

Like a knock kneed, eye to eye with the enemy

While the telepathy proceed to achieve

Blowing enemies to a realm in a calm breeze

I shall rip it till my lungs cease

Proceed spittin' game in the city streets

And continue rippin' heads off of robeast

Sincerely yours lack mack with the khakis creased

Whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump

Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve

Damn if I ain't superb with it

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah

Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve

'Damn if I ain't superb with it

Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?

Pump, pump, pump, pump