Pardon My Bars by Kaana ft Skinner Lyrics
(Verse 1: Kaana)
Your attention please, the new sheriff in town
These rhymes my motorcade, sirens, make way and kindly bow down
I want that crown, that title, I want that royal gown
Throw bombers like Mohammed Ali, KO in the first round
This right here is what we call the sound of awesome
Me, God, this heavenly beat and mic, call that a foursome
Prancing on this beat like a brother who just go some
If it feels like ecstasy, feel free to pop some
I have heard the debates in town about who is the illest
And the names that came up made me yawn with dis-interest
I’m not pointing fingers but, being obese is not being the biggest
You are no king just because, you have been around here the longest
It’s a new order, move before you get turned to fodder
This is for the new bloods, step aside if you have pension disorders
Old is no longer gold, but my touch is
15secs are over, you should know what time it is
(Hook: Skinner)
Shooting for the stars
Hands on the wheel, foot on the gas
Eyes on my bearings, destination mars
If I trample on your feelings please Pardon My Bars x2
(Verse 2: Kaana)
I’m a real G, G for genius not G for Gangsta
I can’t front to be what I’m not, unlike most of you pranksters
I preach wine in my sermons, then I drink acid
I’m like a porn star on steroids, I never go flaccid
Trying to make a name for myself, maybe leave a legacy
Rap ambassador, turn the studio booth into an embassy
I’m in the red corner, waiting for the first round
I dare you to step in the ring, we square this pound for pound
I’m a rebel a trouble and I stake my claim to the empty Hip Hop throne
I throw my hat in the ring, blaze down like a nuclear drone
I’m about to bring this down, go find shelter in the safe zone
Because when I come down I’ll come down so hard like a cyclone
I’m moving at the speed of light, move or get yourself injured
Keep a safe distance or I’ll make you feel like a virgin who’s being fingered
This is not a battle song, this is world war
If you can’t stand the blood, there is the exit door
(Hook: Skinner)
Shooting for the stars
Hands on the wheel, foot on the gas
Eyes on my bearings, destination mars
If I trample on your feelings please Pardon My Bars x2
(Verse 3: Kaana)
A trigger head, about to blow up like a landmine
Cut the sun in half, pull it down then steal its shine
A demigod breathing life into every rhyme and line
Bars packed with ammunition, go against me if you have the spine
The finer things in life, all are topping my list
My ambition insatiable, unquenchable like a hungry beast
For the detractors scheming, I got for you my iron fist
It’s my turn to eat and I’m about to clear the whole feast
For the sake of peace please better stay out of my way
I’m about my bars, no games, I’m not here to play
I spray lead so watch out for the stray bullets
I spit on the mic while your screams complete the duet
Stealth mode in the night, you won’t even know what hit you
Paint the sky with your insides, give it a red hue
Yank your head off, stake it, put it out on display
Then blast your funeral song with the button set on replay
(Hook: Skinner)
Shooting for the stars
Hands on the wheel, foot on the gas
Eyes on my bearings, destination mars
If I trample on your feelings please Pardon My Bars x4
Your attention please, the new sheriff in town
These rhymes my motorcade, sirens, make way and kindly bow down
I want that crown, that title, I want that royal gown
Throw bombers like Mohammed Ali, KO in the first round
This right here is what we call the sound of awesome
Me, God, this heavenly beat and mic, call that a foursome
Prancing on this beat like a brother who just go some
If it feels like ecstasy, feel free to pop some
I have heard the debates in town about who is the illest
And the names that came up made me yawn with dis-interest
I’m not pointing fingers but, being obese is not being the biggest
You are no king just because, you have been around here the longest
It’s a new order, move before you get turned to fodder
This is for the new bloods, step aside if you have pension disorders
Old is no longer gold, but my touch is
15secs are over, you should know what time it is
(Hook: Skinner)
Shooting for the stars
Hands on the wheel, foot on the gas
Eyes on my bearings, destination mars
If I trample on your feelings please Pardon My Bars x2
(Verse 2: Kaana)
I’m a real G, G for genius not G for Gangsta
I can’t front to be what I’m not, unlike most of you pranksters
I preach wine in my sermons, then I drink acid
I’m like a porn star on steroids, I never go flaccid
Trying to make a name for myself, maybe leave a legacy
Rap ambassador, turn the studio booth into an embassy
I’m in the red corner, waiting for the first round
I dare you to step in the ring, we square this pound for pound
I’m a rebel a trouble and I stake my claim to the empty Hip Hop throne
I throw my hat in the ring, blaze down like a nuclear drone
I’m about to bring this down, go find shelter in the safe zone
Because when I come down I’ll come down so hard like a cyclone
I’m moving at the speed of light, move or get yourself injured
Keep a safe distance or I’ll make you feel like a virgin who’s being fingered
This is not a battle song, this is world war
If you can’t stand the blood, there is the exit door
(Hook: Skinner)
Shooting for the stars
Hands on the wheel, foot on the gas
Eyes on my bearings, destination mars
If I trample on your feelings please Pardon My Bars x2
(Verse 3: Kaana)
A trigger head, about to blow up like a landmine
Cut the sun in half, pull it down then steal its shine
A demigod breathing life into every rhyme and line
Bars packed with ammunition, go against me if you have the spine
The finer things in life, all are topping my list
My ambition insatiable, unquenchable like a hungry beast
For the detractors scheming, I got for you my iron fist
It’s my turn to eat and I’m about to clear the whole feast
For the sake of peace please better stay out of my way
I’m about my bars, no games, I’m not here to play
I spray lead so watch out for the stray bullets
I spit on the mic while your screams complete the duet
Stealth mode in the night, you won’t even know what hit you
Paint the sky with your insides, give it a red hue
Yank your head off, stake it, put it out on display
Then blast your funeral song with the button set on replay
(Hook: Skinner)
Shooting for the stars
Hands on the wheel, foot on the gas
Eyes on my bearings, destination mars
If I trample on your feelings please Pardon My Bars x4