Shredders - Holy Moses lyrics
[Shredders - Holy Moses lyrics]
"in there and off"
"You're off, bro"
Too stubborn to fail, too loyal for fame
Too grown for games, tooth long, too on
Too beast to tame
(ha ha) truth be in the name
Doomtree crew be stupid with the flames
Dangerous jumps, land where we aim
Earn every lump, own where we hang
Cold motherfuck what, tell me what?
And they can't say nothin'
Ain't nothin' I ain't bustin'
Ain't shit I ain't seen comin'
Ain't one to paint in the lines
Or wait by the side
Be the one stay a thorn, stay fly
And the same can't be said for
The Pac-Man of the pie
Stack hella hunt, ghost dance 'til I die
Hell L-O L-O-L rather be the witch than the
One under the spell
Rather dig a ditch than help
'em poison the well
Rather hit a liq than give in to wage hell
Rather see my people held up
Instead of just held rather light a wick and
Fuckin' tell 'em myself
And if it ain't dope what it there for?
And if she ain't woke is
She fine though? Prolly ain't but that's me
I prolly can't count to sane on my good brain
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Try and tell me literally anything try again
Yeah-eah-eah-eah try tellin' me anything
I give 'em insight inside the enzymes
The highlights of my life, I ride
I ride my wave, yell "Geronimo, " wild animal
But some afraid to get wet
You can spot 'em like a calico
But something's different in their anecdote
Isn't it revisionism like the Alamo?
And it goes back and forth like a palindrome
Work sleep, peels krow off dirt street
Bleached teeth and rehearsed speeches
I don't fuck with those devils
Got my own demons
Beep beep, tell 'em earth's easy
Imma surf my wave 'til the dirt keep me
I was on a thing, some were commenting
But that is not a thing, they were modeling
I was putting my hands to the real thing
Wish you could see what I've been building
I'm in the future, got style by the gigabyte
Damn right I don't fight with troglodytes
No light, they blow gas with the pilot off
Okay okay, cue the final boss
I get wild with the appetite
Damn right I was high like a satellite
Okay okay, cue the final boss
Imma kill it, Imma kill it, cut the vital off
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Try and tell me literally anything try again
Yeah-eah-eah-eah try tellin' me anything
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
"You're off, bro"
Too stubborn to fail, too loyal for fame
Too grown for games, tooth long, too on
Too beast to tame
(ha ha) truth be in the name
Doomtree crew be stupid with the flames
Dangerous jumps, land where we aim
Earn every lump, own where we hang
Cold motherfuck what, tell me what?
And they can't say nothin'
Ain't nothin' I ain't bustin'
Ain't shit I ain't seen comin'
Ain't one to paint in the lines
Or wait by the side
Be the one stay a thorn, stay fly
And the same can't be said for
The Pac-Man of the pie
Stack hella hunt, ghost dance 'til I die
Hell L-O L-O-L rather be the witch than the
One under the spell
Rather dig a ditch than help
'em poison the well
Rather hit a liq than give in to wage hell
Rather see my people held up
Instead of just held rather light a wick and
Fuckin' tell 'em myself
And if it ain't dope what it there for?
And if she ain't woke is
She fine though? Prolly ain't but that's me
I prolly can't count to sane on my good brain
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Try and tell me literally anything try again
Yeah-eah-eah-eah try tellin' me anything
I give 'em insight inside the enzymes
The highlights of my life, I ride
I ride my wave, yell "Geronimo, " wild animal
But some afraid to get wet
You can spot 'em like a calico
But something's different in their anecdote
Isn't it revisionism like the Alamo?
And it goes back and forth like a palindrome
Work sleep, peels krow off dirt street
Bleached teeth and rehearsed speeches
I don't fuck with those devils
Got my own demons
Beep beep, tell 'em earth's easy
Imma surf my wave 'til the dirt keep me
I was on a thing, some were commenting
But that is not a thing, they were modeling
I was putting my hands to the real thing
Wish you could see what I've been building
I'm in the future, got style by the gigabyte
Damn right I don't fight with troglodytes
No light, they blow gas with the pilot off
Okay okay, cue the final boss
I get wild with the appetite
Damn right I was high like a satellite
Okay okay, cue the final boss
Imma kill it, Imma kill it, cut the vital off
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Try and tell me literally anything try again
Yeah-eah-eah-eah try tellin' me anything
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah