Upchurch - HI-DEAS 8 lyrics
[Upchurch - HI-DEAS 8 lyrics]
Right now I'm down in my laboratory
Makin' matrimony to this microphone
No cap at all
you know I ball like Lebron James
With like eight arms
I got dank bars and I'm dribblin' rhythm
So killer, no filler, my vision, i get it
I'm paintin' a picture, my brush is my
Pen and I'm drawin' my haters
So mind your own business
One word at a time is a murder of mine
'cause I vividly do it with innocent lines
Catastrophe's waitin' on blank
Sheets of paper, i'll prick my own finger
Write anger in layers
Ahh, woo, country boy got flow
Ahh, woo, everybody already knows
So stay off of my hay loft
Don't get me high in a séance
I'm the one your favorite shouldn't prey on
Can't call me to hop on a track
'cause you know I stay on
My brain switch broke
Made me no joke to fuck around and poke
Until I blow up in your face
And evaporate you to dust (Puff)
Everything, I heard it, I look like Ernest
Don't get whacked and added to my furnace
Hip-hop knows I had to come and learn it as
A class act comin' out of the country
Hey, just tattoo a "01" on
The side of my face
The cops couldn't catch me if these
Rhymes were at a slow pace
I'm the southern spice hip-hop didn't
Have a choice to take
'Cause you could recognize my voice even if
I didn't have a motherfuckin' face
I'm the bandit on bare feet
Again and they lookin' like
"What's feedin' him?
He's got enough fuel to be Space X
He must be an exo-skeleton"
Titanium spinal deadlift you into a spiral
Dig your grave up just to smack
You like a walkin' dead recital
USA as fuck, no American idol
Just a tank sittin' on idle
Ready to fire, want no beef
But just know I'm explodin' cows
Yeah, it's World War I I with
The way I tend to impact
I'm stormin' whoever's beach, motherfucker
Blap-blap copperhead Church
Go and show me where the mice at
I'm digestin' my enemies just
Like a fuckin' packrat
Huckleberry skin again
Reminiscin' on the beginnin'
Accomplishments plenty
Many more to be finished
Yeah, I'm white trash ballin'
Larry Bird when he swishes
White trash like a blunt wrapper with
Owls on the package you printed i'm a hoot
But don't bite into my Tootsie Pop
Replace the suckers with rocks
So break a leg and a tooth (Floss)
My wisdom teeth got taken out
My mouth was gettin' too smart
They made songs in my fuckin' sleep and
That's what I call straight talk
I'm square dancin' on Pro Tools like
Smooth waves to boat shoes
I'ma change my name to Sea-Doo then
Let's see what I do
I'ma slide by then fly through in
A side by side beside you
And give you a run for your
Money 'cause money is overrated, ho
Won't you move?
The only time I hit the mall is
If I drunk drove to the city (Woo)
Woodgrain in the bed, stacked on it
Just ass and titties
Flow is filthy, I'll grow
Old just bein' witty
Spittin' heat up in my fifties
Lips melted from the business because
I always kill it
I built a nuke to duke in case
These assholes try to throw their poop
I know their moves, my crystal
Ball ain't crystal meth, i smoke you fool
"HIDEAS 8", cocked the number on it's side
That's makin' my mind infinite at
Least in cyber time, church
Stone
Haha, man, this new shit's off the chain
2020, bitch
Makin' matrimony to this microphone
No cap at all
you know I ball like Lebron James
With like eight arms
I got dank bars and I'm dribblin' rhythm
So killer, no filler, my vision, i get it
I'm paintin' a picture, my brush is my
Pen and I'm drawin' my haters
So mind your own business
One word at a time is a murder of mine
'cause I vividly do it with innocent lines
Catastrophe's waitin' on blank
Sheets of paper, i'll prick my own finger
Write anger in layers
Ahh, woo, country boy got flow
Ahh, woo, everybody already knows
So stay off of my hay loft
Don't get me high in a séance
I'm the one your favorite shouldn't prey on
Can't call me to hop on a track
'cause you know I stay on
My brain switch broke
Made me no joke to fuck around and poke
Until I blow up in your face
And evaporate you to dust (Puff)
Everything, I heard it, I look like Ernest
Don't get whacked and added to my furnace
Hip-hop knows I had to come and learn it as
A class act comin' out of the country
Hey, just tattoo a "01" on
The side of my face
The cops couldn't catch me if these
Rhymes were at a slow pace
I'm the southern spice hip-hop didn't
Have a choice to take
'Cause you could recognize my voice even if
I didn't have a motherfuckin' face
I'm the bandit on bare feet
Again and they lookin' like
"What's feedin' him?
He's got enough fuel to be Space X
He must be an exo-skeleton"
Titanium spinal deadlift you into a spiral
Dig your grave up just to smack
You like a walkin' dead recital
USA as fuck, no American idol
Just a tank sittin' on idle
Ready to fire, want no beef
But just know I'm explodin' cows
Yeah, it's World War I I with
The way I tend to impact
I'm stormin' whoever's beach, motherfucker
Blap-blap copperhead Church
Go and show me where the mice at
I'm digestin' my enemies just
Like a fuckin' packrat
Huckleberry skin again
Reminiscin' on the beginnin'
Accomplishments plenty
Many more to be finished
Yeah, I'm white trash ballin'
Larry Bird when he swishes
White trash like a blunt wrapper with
Owls on the package you printed i'm a hoot
But don't bite into my Tootsie Pop
Replace the suckers with rocks
So break a leg and a tooth (Floss)
My wisdom teeth got taken out
My mouth was gettin' too smart
They made songs in my fuckin' sleep and
That's what I call straight talk
I'm square dancin' on Pro Tools like
Smooth waves to boat shoes
I'ma change my name to Sea-Doo then
Let's see what I do
I'ma slide by then fly through in
A side by side beside you
And give you a run for your
Money 'cause money is overrated, ho
Won't you move?
The only time I hit the mall is
If I drunk drove to the city (Woo)
Woodgrain in the bed, stacked on it
Just ass and titties
Flow is filthy, I'll grow
Old just bein' witty
Spittin' heat up in my fifties
Lips melted from the business because
I always kill it
I built a nuke to duke in case
These assholes try to throw their poop
I know their moves, my crystal
Ball ain't crystal meth, i smoke you fool
"HIDEAS 8", cocked the number on it's side
That's makin' my mind infinite at
Least in cyber time, church
Stone
Haha, man, this new shit's off the chain
2020, bitch