Cappadonna

Cappadonna - Pump Your Fist lyrics

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[Killa Bamz]

Uhh, yeah, what, uhh, yeah

Darts of armored warfare, Deep the rhyme Caprice

Deep in levels, alibi havin rebel could play

this competition for pounds in the state of permission

Conversation bout this kid Killa Bamz

You want defense, man to man, location Shaolin New York

It ain't nuthin to talk or walk

Get dark son, economic times to fault

Style is mangohead stagnated from soft

What the fuck you thought, we was given support?

Live from Beatdown, Shaolin success, bypass the rest

Move sixty deep, Dutch with the charm

One hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombs

Holdin dart guns in palms

One hundred divine cyphers, Killa Bamz

I pack the dart gun hate to see another death in the fam

Uhh, yeah, what

pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit

pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit

[Tekitha]

Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising

Meth-Tical illusions, salutin my blade

Tongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary weary

Teary fear me, clearly, the pearl drop

Time stop, holdin shop, shockwave be brave

Ghetto came style is maim out to lunch

Out to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewel

My life control the cruise, ten deadly touches too

Grip the Dutches move, swing rough to cut ya

is the one to seek philosophy in crutches

You disbelieve, in the T

Truth Equal King Islam Truth Heard Alive, TEKITHA

Bust the cypher on the Gods, bust the cypher on the Gods

pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit

pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit

[Cappadonna]

Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the pen

Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end

Whatever I do, y'all imitate -- try to come close

but can't come straight; I branch out

Terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats

Bare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sons

that'll rain on your gang, you're too plain

My dope is uncut, high level high like a plane

Bigger bite bigger mic underground beneath these streets

W-T-C, leaky leak

Time meet, Chi meet, ain't nuttin sweet

Pakistan, Iran clan is like Christ

Word to Poltergeist, smash every tape

Deep thoughter, out of order, off

Seven thirty, bugged like psycho from the Bronx

Wild like fat pen child to be the rap Lawrence Martin

Eyes like lills, mescaline pills

Three bills worth of darts, pump the heart

Bottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once again

It's the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary execution

Executive approachin, Tang a demonstration

Pillage Incorporated, first place

A thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champ

Lamp on the beatbreak, camp on verses

Cheat on producers, men go working

Rhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill'n

Internal lyrics, expose the profane

Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change

pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit

pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit

pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit

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