Dom Pachino, T.M.F., 9th Prince - Roll With the Rush lyrics
[Dom Pachino, T.M.F., 9th Prince - Roll With the Rush lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, TMF, yeah
Killarm', let it be known, niggas
Just know (You'll be wet, niggas) uh, huh
We toss niggas off the stage if
They ain't liven it up
Have all you scared to death niggas
Hidin' up in the cut
Y'all play the bathroom, what
You afraid to get bust?
TMF and Killarm' you better
Roll With the Rush
We toss niggas off the stage if
They ain't liven it up
Have all you scared to death niggas
Hidin' up in the cut
Y'all play the bathroom, what
You afraid to get bust?
TMF and Killarm' you better
Roll With the Rush
We unstoppable, tryin' block me is impossible
I blow through obstacles and spread
Out like hair folicles
Powerful, watch you every move
Have niggas follow you
All alone ya bust off ya
Chrome in the abdominal
Comical, derelicts, killa Beretta kicks
Better rip
Shootin' at random so you better dip
Crime and Smiles the kinda niggas
I get cheddar wit
Confederate, build on the things
That we inherited
Came close to death situations and
Live to tell of it
And bitches for the hell of
It claimin' that they celibate
Knowin' damn well they've been
Fuckin' for years
Gettin' niggas for they dough and
Still couple for gear
I got this shit that these
Heads been wantin' to hear
Somethin' for they ear
Got MC's runnin' in fear
Yo we comin' this year, nuclear bombs explode
Get Devo', crush ya ego, bust and reload
I could take it to the
Line and shoot free throws
Water, my shit is net
You get wet for tryin' to creep slow
Throwin' weak blows, eh yo I eat those
Eh yo! Eh yo! Eh yo, I'm a sky-scraper
9th Prince the vampire slayer
Wu Tang player hater, MC space invader
Invade ya territory like the
Force of Darth Vader
Analog niggas stuck in pissy elevators
Killa Hill Projects, you can't dissect
Undercover cops, Unidentified Flying Objects
Machine gat raps for niggas sellin' cracks
Get stuck with thumb tacks
TMF wave the ooh-wops, 9th Prince on the map
We toss niggas off the stage if
They ain't liven it up
Have all you scared to death niggas
Hidin' up in the cut
Y'all play the bathroom, what
You afraid to get bust?
TMF and Killarm' you better
Roll With the Rush
We toss niggas off the stage if
They ain't liven it up
Have all you scared to death niggas
Hidin' up in the cut
Y'all play the bathroom, what
You afraid to get bust?
TMF and Killarm' you better
Roll With the Rush
Tommy, send niggas home bloody to they mommy
Scuffed up, roughed up, lumped up
Touched with tremendous
Blows to the appendix
Smack you in the brain, leave
Ya like Marlon Wayans, senseless
Bone crush, head dented, I'm demented
Breeze through the entrance
Smellin' like trees and the wet shit
Luke Skywalkin' on some bench shit
Schemin' on the next necklace, check this
Point blank, if you ain't bustin' tanks
Don't mention my name
I bring tension like pain
Headed in the wrong direction on the train
Crush dum' it, nigga I'm tight with my crew
When I wink my eyelash that
Means blast at you
Travel fast, they call me Two Two
I'm too live, my 2 Live Crew'll blind you
The boys that wear that white
And blue will find you
Stuck to the suction gate in Silver Lake
I catch burn off of, any record in the crate
Old school, new school, I'm hot and cool
All time rhyme great with the microphone too
Make you jump out ya chair
And act like a fool
Snuff the man next to you on some hype shit
Prepare it like this, I'm next to Gumbo
With the spices bad jumble so you know the
Fiends is gon' like this
High prices, sky, touchin' the nicest
Eternal wise, the God's righteous
Fall back niggas, I call all my shots
Y'all niggas get rocked
We toss niggas off the stage if
They ain't liven it up
Have all you scared to death niggas
Hidin' up in the cut
Y'all play the bathroom, what
You afraid to get bust?
TMF and Killarm' you better
Roll With the Rush
We toss niggas off the stage if
They ain't liven it up
Have all you scared to death niggas
Hidin' up in the cut
Y'all play the bathroom, what
You afraid to get bust?
TMF and Killarm' you better
Roll With the Rush
Apocalyptic rhyme
Droppin' hot signs of all kinds
Holdin' nines
Readin' signs from niggas who do crimes
Keep in mind, there's a lot of niggas
That's tryin' to shine
But they all can't, I narrowed it down
I gotta get mine like last month's rent
Have niggas hidin' in tents
Lyrics, that I invent, torment
And leave a dent
Have you bent, com-ment the kid as excellent
He derived from Puerto Rican descent
Strike like a serpent
The album needs parental consent
Explicit content war merchant, as spoke
Could leave mics and spots broken no joke
Real aggressive and shit when I'm provoken
I cipher on stage, engage the ball Riker
Shit I'm tougher than the the leather
On the back of a biker
Back snapper, floor grappler, with moves
A vicious striker
You need a diaper for the shit that you talk
Prolific writer make you dance
Make you cry and experience why
I'm the best at what I do
And not a man can deny
Slice ya ass up, Colombian necktie, you die
Yeah
Killarm', let it be known, niggas
Just know (You'll be wet, niggas) uh, huh
We toss niggas off the stage if
They ain't liven it up
Have all you scared to death niggas
Hidin' up in the cut
Y'all play the bathroom, what
You afraid to get bust?
TMF and Killarm' you better
Roll With the Rush
We toss niggas off the stage if
They ain't liven it up
Have all you scared to death niggas
Hidin' up in the cut
Y'all play the bathroom, what
You afraid to get bust?
TMF and Killarm' you better
Roll With the Rush
We unstoppable, tryin' block me is impossible
I blow through obstacles and spread
Out like hair folicles
Powerful, watch you every move
Have niggas follow you
All alone ya bust off ya
Chrome in the abdominal
Comical, derelicts, killa Beretta kicks
Better rip
Shootin' at random so you better dip
Crime and Smiles the kinda niggas
I get cheddar wit
Confederate, build on the things
That we inherited
Came close to death situations and
Live to tell of it
And bitches for the hell of
It claimin' that they celibate
Knowin' damn well they've been
Fuckin' for years
Gettin' niggas for they dough and
Still couple for gear
I got this shit that these
Heads been wantin' to hear
Somethin' for they ear
Got MC's runnin' in fear
Yo we comin' this year, nuclear bombs explode
Get Devo', crush ya ego, bust and reload
I could take it to the
Line and shoot free throws
Water, my shit is net
You get wet for tryin' to creep slow
Throwin' weak blows, eh yo I eat those
Eh yo! Eh yo! Eh yo, I'm a sky-scraper
9th Prince the vampire slayer
Wu Tang player hater, MC space invader
Invade ya territory like the
Force of Darth Vader
Analog niggas stuck in pissy elevators
Killa Hill Projects, you can't dissect
Undercover cops, Unidentified Flying Objects
Machine gat raps for niggas sellin' cracks
Get stuck with thumb tacks
TMF wave the ooh-wops, 9th Prince on the map
We toss niggas off the stage if
They ain't liven it up
Have all you scared to death niggas
Hidin' up in the cut
Y'all play the bathroom, what
You afraid to get bust?
TMF and Killarm' you better
Roll With the Rush
We toss niggas off the stage if
They ain't liven it up
Have all you scared to death niggas
Hidin' up in the cut
Y'all play the bathroom, what
You afraid to get bust?
TMF and Killarm' you better
Roll With the Rush
Tommy, send niggas home bloody to they mommy
Scuffed up, roughed up, lumped up
Touched with tremendous
Blows to the appendix
Smack you in the brain, leave
Ya like Marlon Wayans, senseless
Bone crush, head dented, I'm demented
Breeze through the entrance
Smellin' like trees and the wet shit
Luke Skywalkin' on some bench shit
Schemin' on the next necklace, check this
Point blank, if you ain't bustin' tanks
Don't mention my name
I bring tension like pain
Headed in the wrong direction on the train
Crush dum' it, nigga I'm tight with my crew
When I wink my eyelash that
Means blast at you
Travel fast, they call me Two Two
I'm too live, my 2 Live Crew'll blind you
The boys that wear that white
And blue will find you
Stuck to the suction gate in Silver Lake
I catch burn off of, any record in the crate
Old school, new school, I'm hot and cool
All time rhyme great with the microphone too
Make you jump out ya chair
And act like a fool
Snuff the man next to you on some hype shit
Prepare it like this, I'm next to Gumbo
With the spices bad jumble so you know the
Fiends is gon' like this
High prices, sky, touchin' the nicest
Eternal wise, the God's righteous
Fall back niggas, I call all my shots
Y'all niggas get rocked
We toss niggas off the stage if
They ain't liven it up
Have all you scared to death niggas
Hidin' up in the cut
Y'all play the bathroom, what
You afraid to get bust?
TMF and Killarm' you better
Roll With the Rush
We toss niggas off the stage if
They ain't liven it up
Have all you scared to death niggas
Hidin' up in the cut
Y'all play the bathroom, what
You afraid to get bust?
TMF and Killarm' you better
Roll With the Rush
Apocalyptic rhyme
Droppin' hot signs of all kinds
Holdin' nines
Readin' signs from niggas who do crimes
Keep in mind, there's a lot of niggas
That's tryin' to shine
But they all can't, I narrowed it down
I gotta get mine like last month's rent
Have niggas hidin' in tents
Lyrics, that I invent, torment
And leave a dent
Have you bent, com-ment the kid as excellent
He derived from Puerto Rican descent
Strike like a serpent
The album needs parental consent
Explicit content war merchant, as spoke
Could leave mics and spots broken no joke
Real aggressive and shit when I'm provoken
I cipher on stage, engage the ball Riker
Shit I'm tougher than the the leather
On the back of a biker
Back snapper, floor grappler, with moves
A vicious striker
You need a diaper for the shit that you talk
Prolific writer make you dance
Make you cry and experience why
I'm the best at what I do
And not a man can deny
Slice ya ass up, Colombian necktie, you die
Yeah