Kid Tsunami - The Chase lyrics

rate me

Buck be the shot that hit the target

The marksman, in the end I start shit

Got this on lock, cop this

I did the game name ...

Diamonds all black, harm prints

On your neck, showing no respect for y’all men

My friends, the eem cnn

World wide news on you fools again

The rules of men, don’t apply

On to a rude boy like baby i

Underground thuggin, rep than most high

Got a flow that flow low, you best nose dive

No job, no name, hit up fire but no flame

I am no game, even though I pac man you ghost

The dot on your head said shot was close

Let’s make a toast to all you haters

Who’s loving the way you hip hop save it

But that’s over, move over

Ain’t roll room to fail or do over

Nah just one goal in mind

I got to blow your mind one time

Let’s get it crackin now

Buckshot’s back and yeah it happen now

Rock, you know the address

Gates of green, you know how to place

A nice summer dress that flows like the winds

You can peep that thing, better make me the king

Mother sister on the stoop, she always watches

I pray the mayor, look here doctors

Miller high life is not really my tpe

I don’t drink brusky, that 71 hoofty is all I need

Sitting on raindays yo catch my sleeve

You know how the rims be

Over 20, the roof is missin

Run cats kissin old school listenin

Block party, women and music

Vintage boombox, you know the accoustics

Old school jams, never be replaced

Bushots rock off the place

I split atoms when I get adam, I get adam like eve

And I spit adam, collat em with patterns...

Steady mention them

Recruitable from my suitable, set them m’s

They got beautiful puticles

So they sentiments is evident

Sweet cinamon, ending

I have the mind of a sick marine

Who is constantly minded and misses his team

But for the life of early can’t remember the time

When the mine exploded and hit the spleen

I am a mix between mr t and mister clean

Spitting fast, spitting spectacular, 16

He rhymes schemes of greens

Like the matrix neo fight

Original beat and put smoker

Microphone lord the emcee tricker

Design’s a blind line

Yours mediocre, come through your whole crew

Be food for the vultures

Massagre of many men, straight face like poker

Engineer to burn...

Press your luck, you won’t get no older

Jeru is the name, spit flame and my styles’ the same

Like a concussion, I rattle your brain

The heat’s a wild beast and you can’t be tamed

Fuck around put your arm in a cage and get made

If this was a virus...

Plus I’m in hand with advanced robotics

Smoke ...that’s the price when you stand off the product

Fanatic terrorist bomb the place

When they hit the fan, wipe the shit off your face.