Earthquake - House Of Pain
I be breakin' the laws, breakin' the laws All you wannabe hard rocks just pause It's the MC host Space ghost from the coast With piggish white skin, kid, where you been I got a blue eye, but my title ain't devil I freak harmonies like my brothers was Neville And I can rock free-old style Eatin' crawdad stew So whatcha wanna do I'm comin' real soon to a theatre near you So why don't you come critique me when I'm live on stage 'Cause I'm gonna break, I'm gonna break my Rusty cage, my rusty cage Watch the way I freak it when I bust my gauge 'Cause all that loud gun talk, it don't mean squat If my tool get hot, I'm gonna burst your knot And give it all I got, up in your wisdom slot And Cutty Ranks couldn't stop her, from callin' me poppa Big daddy jaw dropper Mr. Heartbreaker She leaves Mary Poppins, but she comes home Seka CHORUS I: Yes, yes, y'all, 'cause I'm so fly And Everlast be the apple of your earth's eye Yes, yes, y,all, 'cause we don't fake And D-Style come to feel your earthquake Socialize a little somethin' And you sweatin' my style Challeng my world You wanna shell my mix You wanna sit with my flesh And reconize the tesh Ya never seen this niggers best A marrage, a nest I hit your head with styles that are liquid You drip this, sweat this Perspired is desired, this wetness You get from divine style Spark this girl, chill I see you got the love, the lust So why dont you live my cosmos exodus To my precous I'm a undress my message Into my wisdom body to my wisdom method You need a star for your cresent I got a diablo brass for your atmosphere My dope mathamatics are soak like Insin sincere Uh, baby for my apparatus I do justice to your physical Annoint your aider Never spendin your nobler A hard slyle at stages While the guard be sparkin' that indo seed The Earth pieces be increasin' that need to be pleased I represent the illest villans And the worst of bad breeze Ah baby, if you wanna fix my vision You better come with subject of vision I keep it real live, keep it real straight To the Earthly feel this style Earthquake CHORUS II: Yes, yes, y'all, 'cause I'm so fly And D-Style be the apple of your Earth's eye Yes, yes, y'all, 'cause we don't fake Everlast come feel your earthquake My love is stronger than pride My love's thicker than blood My killer squad's in effect, nobody's livin' off hud If your missile's a scud, I run the patriot game I'll have you flippin' your wig I'll put the clip in my sling And cock the hammer back Click-clack, put a hole in your back The size of a plum You can come get some But my attitude's shitty, like G. Gordon Liddy Take pity on a child that's been raised in the city Chill. From East to West To maintain my rep So many times To assume my flow I go mono, stereo Or solo You never know Choose a flow And I'll throw the phattest atom I'm so hot, and so lost And so far from the plan I reflectulate the ladies That be scannin' My composition decircular Hurtin' the mad opposition CHORUS I
Artist: House Of Pain
Title: Earthquake