Terminator, Scorcher - One Flow lyrics
[Terminator, Scorcher - One Flow lyrics]
These man can't move to me
I'll move to man and sleep peacefully
When I first knifed man, it felt funny
The next day come, it became funny
I don't knife for fun
But I'll knife your mum
If she backs the wall
Then I'll knife her lung
Feel bad after get over it
She should have thought twice
About backing her son
Don't chat a bag of lies I'll react to guys
If man is hench, I'll knife man down to size
Look in man's eyes while
He's clutching his neck
I think about his family ties
Who's next to knife? I'll knife man up
Like he's meant to die like
His family's meant to cry
I'm a normal geez', but I'm down to ride
I've got emotions
But I'll put them to the side
T's got one flow that I had to borrow
So I could explain if I clap the hollows
And it clips your neck, your head disconnects
And rolls on the floor like
The ball at soccer
You can't war me you need more Ps
Cause, I'll buy guns and more T
I don't shout in public or cause scenes
Just send man slumping in his Ford Jeep
In his Ford Jeep, leave his head resting
As the horn beeps, next to a dead bredrin
Come out and rinse the clip off
And you rip the whip off
Yeah, after the four beat
I'll just let man know
That I've got one flow if I knife you up
You won't get sewn
To guard yourself from me
You'll need a red dot
Red spot the way I'll be moving
You'll need an ACOG plus specs infoc'
You'll also need an infra-red
Just in case I roll up in the dark
Light switched off, roll up in the car
Pull up outside your yard
Complete the objective
T you up like Charizard leave no mark
Pierce your skin, pierce your heart
You'll need a jump-start hardly breathing
Heart not pumping blood instant surgery
Will need to take part for you
Not to leave your ma
I've got a bag of flows: I could choose any
But, if you test me, I hit Darkside mode
And wear Darkside clothes: the
Gloves and leather push man up in weather
Straight eight clapper, brain splatter
White shirt red and you ain't Santa
Or Man United if your gang are hyping
Run into crowd, random knifing
I can't stand excitement, so calm down
Or there'll be loud sirens
Nosey neighbours my Darks owe me favours
I'll just phone T and there'll be man dying
I'll move to man and sleep peacefully
When I first knifed man, it felt funny
The next day come, it became funny
I don't knife for fun
But I'll knife your mum
If she backs the wall
Then I'll knife her lung
Feel bad after get over it
She should have thought twice
About backing her son
Don't chat a bag of lies I'll react to guys
If man is hench, I'll knife man down to size
Look in man's eyes while
He's clutching his neck
I think about his family ties
Who's next to knife? I'll knife man up
Like he's meant to die like
His family's meant to cry
I'm a normal geez', but I'm down to ride
I've got emotions
But I'll put them to the side
T's got one flow that I had to borrow
So I could explain if I clap the hollows
And it clips your neck, your head disconnects
And rolls on the floor like
The ball at soccer
You can't war me you need more Ps
Cause, I'll buy guns and more T
I don't shout in public or cause scenes
Just send man slumping in his Ford Jeep
In his Ford Jeep, leave his head resting
As the horn beeps, next to a dead bredrin
Come out and rinse the clip off
And you rip the whip off
Yeah, after the four beat
I'll just let man know
That I've got one flow if I knife you up
You won't get sewn
To guard yourself from me
You'll need a red dot
Red spot the way I'll be moving
You'll need an ACOG plus specs infoc'
You'll also need an infra-red
Just in case I roll up in the dark
Light switched off, roll up in the car
Pull up outside your yard
Complete the objective
T you up like Charizard leave no mark
Pierce your skin, pierce your heart
You'll need a jump-start hardly breathing
Heart not pumping blood instant surgery
Will need to take part for you
Not to leave your ma
I've got a bag of flows: I could choose any
But, if you test me, I hit Darkside mode
And wear Darkside clothes: the
Gloves and leather push man up in weather
Straight eight clapper, brain splatter
White shirt red and you ain't Santa
Or Man United if your gang are hyping
Run into crowd, random knifing
I can't stand excitement, so calm down
Or there'll be loud sirens
Nosey neighbours my Darks owe me favours
I'll just phone T and there'll be man dying