Shots Fired by MaGestic Lyrics
Intro:
.... Just let me walk on sunshine a little longer
Verse 1:
1 time for the city
2 times for the country
3 lines to get it Bun B
Chris is going Bundy
1 way to make this night fun
2 ways to strive
But 3's company
Instrumental Tag Team
MaGestic just gettin' comfy
Speakin' of you chumps, I'm getting hungry
Goin' City Country
I've been known to make hits in 1 swing,1 take
Chris is taking bass
Ain't talking America's favorite
Just the stereo station, stereotype, pullin' out my hair whenever I see heroin, I shoot airheads with arrowheads, marrow-dead, People turn to Rob De Niro
When I rhyme like I'm a scarecrow
Brainless
Keep actin' like you ain't hip
My page lift
And vein split
Causin' rage quits
No acquaintance?
Best stay away kid
Right away my right brain disagrees, and tells me to change shit
Mom said "don't get in midst of the wrong way Chris"
As If to fall straight and realign my brainstems
And instead of going all Satan, my bars start to save them!
Motherfucker say when... Instrumental Tag Team, we just goof around and make hits!
[Cataztrophe's Verse]
Verse 3:
Such a basket case, people call me wickerman
MaGestic stuck in mid advance
Wanna talk shit, you missed the chance
Steady gettin' grands, flip it for some ready meds, sticky grams
Said it was that business man
Have you pinchin' pennies to hit it, just to skip exams
Ruin your admission plans
Wanna succeed? you have to admit your stance
But before you listen, man, just sit and pause this, take an intermission and, hit a lick, I ain't talking about lickin' stamps
[momentum break]
[goin' in]
Anybody who doubts my ability can feel my stamina
Time to speed it up like Stamin-Up
Murder is my hobby, I'm a Manson Thug
Don't get it tangled, I'll send my tarantula
My goons got hands for ya
The band is up (background) "INSTRUMENTAL TAG TEAM!"
No literally the volume is evolvin'
Call what you call it
Rap is dead! and I done called it
Sippin' on what could've been, imma be an alcoholic
Asher Roth hick
Stats are off bitch
Diss Track on lit
Engines started
If you get involved than
You'll be rejected
Hit this level?
You'll be embezzled
Stop messin' with my schedule
You're about to ring up the death toll
Bout to unleash my other half, that's DEADPOOL!
Wade Wilson, preachin' lyrics, just givin' y'all some head fuel
Knowledge on the rise, that shit my bitch learned from Co-Ed school
On my fucking Run the Jewels, because I killed the mic, and left drool
.... Just let me walk on sunshine a little longer
Verse 1:
1 time for the city
2 times for the country
3 lines to get it Bun B
Chris is going Bundy
1 way to make this night fun
2 ways to strive
But 3's company
Instrumental Tag Team
MaGestic just gettin' comfy
Speakin' of you chumps, I'm getting hungry
Goin' City Country
I've been known to make hits in 1 swing,1 take
Chris is taking bass
Ain't talking America's favorite
Just the stereo station, stereotype, pullin' out my hair whenever I see heroin, I shoot airheads with arrowheads, marrow-dead, People turn to Rob De Niro
When I rhyme like I'm a scarecrow
Brainless
Keep actin' like you ain't hip
My page lift
And vein split
Causin' rage quits
No acquaintance?
Best stay away kid
Right away my right brain disagrees, and tells me to change shit
Mom said "don't get in midst of the wrong way Chris"
As If to fall straight and realign my brainstems
And instead of going all Satan, my bars start to save them!
Motherfucker say when... Instrumental Tag Team, we just goof around and make hits!
[Cataztrophe's Verse]
Verse 3:
Such a basket case, people call me wickerman
MaGestic stuck in mid advance
Wanna talk shit, you missed the chance
Steady gettin' grands, flip it for some ready meds, sticky grams
Said it was that business man
Have you pinchin' pennies to hit it, just to skip exams
Ruin your admission plans
Wanna succeed? you have to admit your stance
But before you listen, man, just sit and pause this, take an intermission and, hit a lick, I ain't talking about lickin' stamps
[momentum break]
[goin' in]
Anybody who doubts my ability can feel my stamina
Time to speed it up like Stamin-Up
Murder is my hobby, I'm a Manson Thug
Don't get it tangled, I'll send my tarantula
My goons got hands for ya
The band is up (background) "INSTRUMENTAL TAG TEAM!"
No literally the volume is evolvin'
Call what you call it
Rap is dead! and I done called it
Sippin' on what could've been, imma be an alcoholic
Asher Roth hick
Stats are off bitch
Diss Track on lit
Engines started
If you get involved than
You'll be rejected
Hit this level?
You'll be embezzled
Stop messin' with my schedule
You're about to ring up the death toll
Bout to unleash my other half, that's DEADPOOL!
Wade Wilson, preachin' lyrics, just givin' y'all some head fuel
Knowledge on the rise, that shit my bitch learned from Co-Ed school
On my fucking Run the Jewels, because I killed the mic, and left drool