THE CLIPSE

THE CLIPSE - You Can't Touch Me lyrics

rate me

(feat. Lee Harvey, Nako)

[Intro - Malice]

Clip niggaz

It's not a game, Star Trak

It's like that, what, check it

Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1 - Malice]

It's the final curtain, we black mask and black turbans

Lightin' up the sky in a black surburban

We on the late night streetsweep, hit at least three

The price you pay and it ain't cheap, make his frame leak

When we speak our dialogue consist of flame heat

Cock the brick, flipped it twice and all in the same week

Flee the sirens, hit the highlands, or the islands

All up in the loft with some chick from Thailand

'Cause you ain't lived 'til you empty clips, whip the cyclone

Win up chips for one crib in each time zone

Parted us for the sea floors and started street wars

Bet a detour from this block and try and keep yours

'Cause if down here, we play not, niggaz get got

Sendin' two through his red drop, make his post stop

How we roll is wit' no smiles, shit get so foul

Then we sit four to fifty split 'round table style

[Chorus x2]

You can't touch me, I got scuds, love, wit' no lens

Cliques with wrists for buildin' pyramids

The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends

Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's tens

[Verse 2 - Lee Harvey]

Nigga, we comin' for ya

Four deep in the Explorer

Poetic torture, enchanted tails of horror

Fuck what they taught ya, my torture scorches all sorts of

Individuals with chambers Hannibal thought of

Which nigga careful enough to stick me

They treat me like eggs, they scared to get me

Too shook to get wit' me

To get me, mission's impossible, I got an arsenal

Of glocks for any obstacle that you can imagine possible

Nickle flow, kill slow, like carbon moe

Noxide, tear your block high, burn his toxide

We're like the jocks side, Clipse, Virginia niggaz

We live for figures, wig killas, who injure critics

What ya'll wanna do now

Got two glocks, that's bustin' too loud

Nigga play with no silencers

Known to move crowds, verbal liquid

Stick wit', them who you live wit'

'Cause this is too explicit for you bitch-es

[Chorus x1]

[Verse 3 - Nako]

Gray race coupe, being chased by state troops

Four blockin' and escape routes, firm grip knowing he's Jake Shoop

Check the rear view, A.J's tailgatin' and V-shaped

Handcuff the briefcase, whip's stolen, plus it need plates

Stole the coke out, exchange shots, windows broke out

All or nothing, two guns, both of them smoked out

Tire blow out, slice spins 'til it don't end

On length of one side, sparks fly ridin' on rims

High adrenaline, accidents of surrendin'

A quick desperate attempt, sixteen, sendin' the wind

Flee on foot now, german shepards trackin' my steps

Helicopter overhead, I look up, slappin' my chest

Show I lack respect, runnin' hard through crowded streets

We have you surrounded special agents shot at the freeze

Fuck nah, I'ma die like Christ, inside my fate

Try my best to empty both clips, sayin' goodbyes with hate

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 4 - Pusha T]

Yo, yo, ee travel, wit' drugs in the dashboard

And flee from the task force

Quick hollerin' 'bout your ones

You got guns, nigga blast yours

Space is no remorse, mine clutter wit' thoughts

Young'ns out like I-95's, they only cost

Caught up in the fame comes along with the street game

Don't forget about them head hunters, head hunting your name

'Cause they seen and heard how niggaz flyin' chicks hand

Half-black, half-Hawaiian, believe my dick's in

Do what they lust for the dough, it's sickenin'

Mr. Charles to these bitches

So my dogs play Dancer, Prancer and Vixen

These cheap coke niggaz got me actin' irate

Enough bake on they blow to fuckin, spark a debate

Turn violent, eternal silence equals they fate

'Cause they tried to get over, those niggaz stepped on my weight

Now it's time for slug love, thug love too physical

I need to ensure everybody's condition's critical

Terror no mask is up, your family tie is strong

We'll, make 'em say your name three times, then blast on

Comradery, second to none like magnets

React first, think last, lay you in caskets

At any point we fallen off

Got you hustlers screamin', call 'em off

We runnin' through your town, in prescowns, dripped over sawed offs

Drug habits, opposite end, we full of sink

Compare ones, pull guns, to separate mice from men

[Chorus x2]

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