Scabman The Scauldy - Shifu Flows lyrics
[Scabman The Scauldy - Shifu Flows lyrics]
I hop on this beat like they're
Hopping on you on the street
I'm spitting and you take a seat
I'm ripping and splitting and rhythm
I use as a sheet what ground get carbon on
I call it carpet bomb
Ripping flesh it's well me throne that
I'll leave the carcass on
Well I'm an articulate warrior
Me bars are as straight as a corridor
To Dublin bars you are a foreigner
I'm done and you're calling the coroner
Here what he does be doing?
I'm watching Scooby-Doo and
Scribbling some of me bars in the
Very back of the room and
Wrecking the fuck outta this
I'm repping you're shook when I diss
Ignorance fuck it it's bliss
I'm getting real fucked at the Swiss
You'd reef me if we were to
Battle? You're only saying that
It's as clear as the fucking the picture
That I'm trying to paint that-
It's a melt for you, I'm a Celt but you
Smell of the gear and ket that you
Both manage to deal and do
Regretting yourself
Not doing the things I did
Losing vision fumes and shrooms
Reality is blinded
Yous are saying that you're grabbing
The pen and quill trying shut the fuck up
I'll send your fucking poxy grille flying
Flows getting stolen like your
Kill bill sirens
You'll be left at the Ill skill till dying
Hopping on you on the street
I'm spitting and you take a seat
I'm ripping and splitting and rhythm
I use as a sheet what ground get carbon on
I call it carpet bomb
Ripping flesh it's well me throne that
I'll leave the carcass on
Well I'm an articulate warrior
Me bars are as straight as a corridor
To Dublin bars you are a foreigner
I'm done and you're calling the coroner
Here what he does be doing?
I'm watching Scooby-Doo and
Scribbling some of me bars in the
Very back of the room and
Wrecking the fuck outta this
I'm repping you're shook when I diss
Ignorance fuck it it's bliss
I'm getting real fucked at the Swiss
You'd reef me if we were to
Battle? You're only saying that
It's as clear as the fucking the picture
That I'm trying to paint that-
It's a melt for you, I'm a Celt but you
Smell of the gear and ket that you
Both manage to deal and do
Regretting yourself
Not doing the things I did
Losing vision fumes and shrooms
Reality is blinded
Yous are saying that you're grabbing
The pen and quill trying shut the fuck up
I'll send your fucking poxy grille flying
Flows getting stolen like your
Kill bill sirens
You'll be left at the Ill skill till dying