SLEDGEHAMMER – ART AND LYRICS

Posted on April 17, 2017

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SLEDGEHAMMER – LYRICS
 
“Who’s an animal?
Your mother’s an animal you son of a bitch!!!
You’re going to find your dog dead in the hallway tomorrow!!!
You break anything in there I will kill you!
I swear to God I’m going to come in there and I’m going to…”

Kick in the door, wave in the four four

sledgehammer to the sternum till he breathing no more

lungs outta air catch a breath suplex to the floor
Mic-Key Biddalz beat me down no more…

 
you a Mighty Thor bout to settle scores from the corner to liquor store
rigor more…lock em in a figure four

 
pump the TV louder so the neighbors couldn’t hear his bones crunch
i’m an artist with brass knuckles hardest when the fruits about to harvest
spitting blood and vomit on a Persian carpet, we can mop it
and my Pavlov salivating in a dog pit, playing Sean P and Rockness
 
bitch slapped and molly wopped…
Ali Ox, Ali box, slam dunk the dome with a black ski mask, Omni Ox
 
toss the body down the stairs duck tape with the rug
scratch that show a little love
toss it in the trunk
make it great again Donald Trump
 
 
Once upon a time, twas a man so mellow Humble and god fearing like most young fellows Like “please sir.. Please come check my demo I’m pretty good, i rep the culture and my ghetto” Now i fingerf*ck the radio like hello Sledgehammer ya dj until he jello I dont need you or the next man Cuz i Got 97.1 shots at ya brand
You cant weather my storm with Jordans and an umbrella This old fella crispy like toast spread wit Nutella Leave you deader then dead, in front of ya Cinderella Propeller ya career…cuz i cant see you or here you like Helen Keller Send shots at you Bellas.. Rapping always Lying Gangsters talking yayo but luscious Lyons You selling and no one buying. But I’m beyond the science like I’m last of the Mayans Yea the Youth wilding and misguided But when times are trying, I say unload ya tech and tell Uncle Sam see us animals too violent No roses or violets…Our violence stems from ya hate…But see, This brand of dope Colder than ice splashing ya rum and coke Invading ya cantaloupe like a cancer cloaked With hope that somewhere hip hop is still organic Just breaker bars and pro tools like mechanics Smacking a mic near you, Can it fool, You canned food.. And Disrespecting the genre you cant do

Once upon a time, twas a man so mellow Humble and god fearing like most young fellows Like “please sir.. Please come check my demo I’m pretty good, i rep the culture and my ghetto” Now i finger f*ck the radio like hello Sledgehammer ya dj until he jello I dont need you or the next man Cuz i Got 97.1 shots at ya brand
Just a kid who stole his clothes
Ingained code, no homie Jack Mode
I chose les choses un peu trops croche
Est cèst poche que ta famme est un peu trops Slut
When I move, people just chat shit loose
Chipped two toothe on your girlfriend Boobs
That means you fake like a Baby Testtube
And your square like the Hellraiser Cube, verse two
I bought my strap and the paperwork legit
And even them Cops can`t take my shit
I got 100 rounds for each of my Bricks
And i`d sooner Merck you than I would take a piss
Bitch never jabber your lips
This is Canada no 100 round clips
Better be sure my cap you peel
Cause I can Merck you from across that field
YEAH.
Once upon a time, twas a man so mellow Humble and god fearing like most young fellows Like “please sir.. Please come check my demo I’m pretty good, i rep the culture and my ghetto” Now i fingerf*ck the radio like hello Sledgehammer ya dj until he jello I dont need you or the next man Cuz i Got 97.1 shots at ya brand

 

Sledgehammer

 

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