DVS Mindz - Tired of Talking lyrics
[DVS Mindz - Tired of Talking lyrics]
K-A-N-S-A-S tired of talking
Way back in '94
I was writing all my flows for 2000
I been tired of talking
Resort to roughhousing
You already know, so let your crew know
I battle like Bruno, and attack like Cujo
Killa the Hun
I dilate pupils, and jump through loopholes
To let 'em know it's realer, it's me 40 Killa
The Hun, you know how it's done drop the mic
Throwing blows to boys domes like
Roy Jones in fights
Str8jakkett
Picture me savin' the planet
You couldn't fade the twist
I would have rode the comet
And dropped the detonation switch
The way peoples is coming at
Me all of the suddеn
I'd rather die harder than Brucе
Willis without the button
DOPE
I'm tired of talkin
Time to get you wack rappers walkin'
Heat from the spark when my guns is barkin'
Gawkin' in the dark and in the park
On the hunt for these misrepresenters
So I'm stalkin'
DL
My cipher, it's a wet T-shirt contest
My context is something that you can dissect
With goggles, gloves
Bullet and fireproof suit
When I bang out I'm buckin'
Like John Wilkes Booth killa the Hun
I'm coming for the heavyweight title
Man, I'm liable to beat an MC
To death with this mic check his vitals
DVS Mindbender, Midwest representer
Infrared connection killer, head hunter
Verse spitter
Str8jakkett
The Kurt Russell of rap is
Strapped for crazy things
Tryin' to escape from both coasts
And everything between
I feel like pokin' your chest
Provokin' a mess
Put your total request, on vocal arrest
This local is stressed
DOPE
Cause them cats is wack and
The wack ain't good
And they just don't be flowin' over
The track like they should
I wish they would stop bitin', start writin'
Or we just gonna attack the
Wack and start fightin'
Group
Now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
That's how I feel about these hip hop hit's
I'm tired of talkin' now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
Every one-point-nine seconds
There's a crew wreckage now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
I didn't come to play, y'all
I'm here to strip titles now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
That's how I feel about these hip hop hit's
I'm tired of talkin' dL
We from the T-O-P-E Killer Assassin
When I spread the virus I'm sending
Kids to school with rashes
I rose from the ashes and blaze the dust
And I'm gonna roam the streets
Until my microphone rust
Killa the Hun
Eyes wide open, still couldn't see me
On the rooftop, makin' crews pop
Bustin' mikey these my streets
Extorting sucker rappers with the quickness
Pull the heat and watch them shake
Like some Baby Dolls strippers
Str8jakkett
Cause you think you're hot
And I'm gonna let you know you're not
Blow your spot and send the
Planet into culture shock
I know you made it but don't forsake it
You overrated and we most hated
But most slated to blow the matrix
DOPE
And they don't want no part when DVS act wild
You'd rather smack your mom and
Give up your first child
Cause we hold heat like long
Johns and ghetto techs
And verbal sweaters with the
Moon boots and turtlenecks
Killa the Hun
Hip hop sniper, strike you like a viper
Rap inferno, the mics catch fire
Who want to get wet by
The vet from the Midwest
I mean the Midbest, three to your neck
Four to your chest
Str8jakkett
We connect rhymes to hit necklines
To correct spines
Blow enzymes, like wind chimes
You better respect mine
Forget next time, right now I'm 'bout to rock
And confetti your block nonstop, ready or not
DOPE
We hotter than one thousand, one hundred
And thirty seven degrees
While you smoke blunts, we smoke mics and MCs
DJs, producers, player haters, and females
And if you across the globe
Then we can battle through email
DL
Ya'll better tell em
I'll inhales 'em if you sick 'em on me
Represent only the hot rocks sucker free
The Midbest is stalkin', skywalkin'
Lookin' for all you wack rappers
Tired of talking
Group
Now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
That's how I feel about these hip hop hit's
I'm tired of talkin' now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
Every one-point-nine seconds
There's a crew wreckage now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
I didn't come to play, y'all
I'm here to strip titles now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
That's how I feel about these hip hop hit's
I'm tired of talkin'
Way back in '94
I was writing all my flows for 2000
I been tired of talking
Resort to roughhousing
You already know, so let your crew know
I battle like Bruno, and attack like Cujo
Killa the Hun
I dilate pupils, and jump through loopholes
To let 'em know it's realer, it's me 40 Killa
The Hun, you know how it's done drop the mic
Throwing blows to boys domes like
Roy Jones in fights
Str8jakkett
Picture me savin' the planet
You couldn't fade the twist
I would have rode the comet
And dropped the detonation switch
The way peoples is coming at
Me all of the suddеn
I'd rather die harder than Brucе
Willis without the button
DOPE
I'm tired of talkin
Time to get you wack rappers walkin'
Heat from the spark when my guns is barkin'
Gawkin' in the dark and in the park
On the hunt for these misrepresenters
So I'm stalkin'
DL
My cipher, it's a wet T-shirt contest
My context is something that you can dissect
With goggles, gloves
Bullet and fireproof suit
When I bang out I'm buckin'
Like John Wilkes Booth killa the Hun
I'm coming for the heavyweight title
Man, I'm liable to beat an MC
To death with this mic check his vitals
DVS Mindbender, Midwest representer
Infrared connection killer, head hunter
Verse spitter
Str8jakkett
The Kurt Russell of rap is
Strapped for crazy things
Tryin' to escape from both coasts
And everything between
I feel like pokin' your chest
Provokin' a mess
Put your total request, on vocal arrest
This local is stressed
DOPE
Cause them cats is wack and
The wack ain't good
And they just don't be flowin' over
The track like they should
I wish they would stop bitin', start writin'
Or we just gonna attack the
Wack and start fightin'
Group
Now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
That's how I feel about these hip hop hit's
I'm tired of talkin' now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
Every one-point-nine seconds
There's a crew wreckage now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
I didn't come to play, y'all
I'm here to strip titles now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
That's how I feel about these hip hop hit's
I'm tired of talkin' dL
We from the T-O-P-E Killer Assassin
When I spread the virus I'm sending
Kids to school with rashes
I rose from the ashes and blaze the dust
And I'm gonna roam the streets
Until my microphone rust
Killa the Hun
Eyes wide open, still couldn't see me
On the rooftop, makin' crews pop
Bustin' mikey these my streets
Extorting sucker rappers with the quickness
Pull the heat and watch them shake
Like some Baby Dolls strippers
Str8jakkett
Cause you think you're hot
And I'm gonna let you know you're not
Blow your spot and send the
Planet into culture shock
I know you made it but don't forsake it
You overrated and we most hated
But most slated to blow the matrix
DOPE
And they don't want no part when DVS act wild
You'd rather smack your mom and
Give up your first child
Cause we hold heat like long
Johns and ghetto techs
And verbal sweaters with the
Moon boots and turtlenecks
Killa the Hun
Hip hop sniper, strike you like a viper
Rap inferno, the mics catch fire
Who want to get wet by
The vet from the Midwest
I mean the Midbest, three to your neck
Four to your chest
Str8jakkett
We connect rhymes to hit necklines
To correct spines
Blow enzymes, like wind chimes
You better respect mine
Forget next time, right now I'm 'bout to rock
And confetti your block nonstop, ready or not
DOPE
We hotter than one thousand, one hundred
And thirty seven degrees
While you smoke blunts, we smoke mics and MCs
DJs, producers, player haters, and females
And if you across the globe
Then we can battle through email
DL
Ya'll better tell em
I'll inhales 'em if you sick 'em on me
Represent only the hot rocks sucker free
The Midbest is stalkin', skywalkin'
Lookin' for all you wack rappers
Tired of talking
Group
Now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
That's how I feel about these hip hop hit's
I'm tired of talkin' now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
Every one-point-nine seconds
There's a crew wreckage now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
I didn't come to play, y'all
I'm here to strip titles now what?
I told you 'bout the hit's that we be doin'
That's how I feel about these hip hop hit's
I'm tired of talkin'