MACH ONE by Rob Lyrics
Chorus:
Looking for revenge, all summer sixteen
All summer seventeen
Now summer eighteen
Get ready for the beam
Looking for re-
Verse 1:
Hold shift, the whole game on no shift
Type faster type faster motherfucka
Pass light work like it’s fucking nothing
Write down bars till you blackout
Map out, every move, and then track out
Shit getting fumbled
Am I receiving a wide audience?
All of them, stopping him, will take a hell of a lot more then you think it will
Fill your ears with verbal abuse
Excuses churn, rappers burn
Find a sanctuary
Scaring my demons out of existence
Missing the old days spraying mission men
Planning on fucking up my mission man
Verse 2:
Flow different, Hov visions
Lemme eat, lemme eat
Others rappers get deceased, sheesh
Caught you in the minor league, we
Know what you really bout, aye
Shut the fuck up, reroute aye
PILOT MODE was a hit and you cannot except you're in a drought, Watch yourself
Wealthy stuff is you care about
Same thoughts circling round
Counting numbers in a row
All about the bank account
I’m far away
War ready
Arms all steady
Falling never, clever rhymes kill all the Mayweathers
Spring on top motherfuckers
Any season may weather
Exclusively
True shit boosts through all the fakes
Stay I want you to stay
I need that Rihanna feature on god
Stop telling me how to piece shit together
Verse 3:
Honesty, ambition, inspiration
Put it all together, it’s a hero
Zero artists out of ten can put the traits in order
Found you in a morgue
I’ll keep typing till my fingers break
Steep hill ahead
I dread the past
Losing myself
Who wants to collaborate?
Passed my demons on a getaway drive
Conscience in the back while I’m on the side
Hide, hide everything, hide, hide everything
Gotta blow off some steam, bitch I’m on my kettle
Ready, ready, ready, cutting heads with a machete
Oh my god oh my god
Hitting em down by the block
Every song I make a journey
Every battle a tourney
Body after body on the ground, leave 'em in the gurney
These are the chronicles...
Chorus:
Looking for revenge, all summer sixteen
All summer seventeen
Now summer eighteen
Get ready for the beam
X2
Looking for revenge, all summer sixteen
All summer seventeen
Now summer eighteen
Get ready for the beam
Looking for re-
Verse 1:
Hold shift, the whole game on no shift
Type faster type faster motherfucka
Pass light work like it’s fucking nothing
Write down bars till you blackout
Map out, every move, and then track out
Shit getting fumbled
Am I receiving a wide audience?
All of them, stopping him, will take a hell of a lot more then you think it will
Fill your ears with verbal abuse
Excuses churn, rappers burn
Find a sanctuary
Scaring my demons out of existence
Missing the old days spraying mission men
Planning on fucking up my mission man
Verse 2:
Flow different, Hov visions
Lemme eat, lemme eat
Others rappers get deceased, sheesh
Caught you in the minor league, we
Know what you really bout, aye
Shut the fuck up, reroute aye
PILOT MODE was a hit and you cannot except you're in a drought, Watch yourself
Wealthy stuff is you care about
Same thoughts circling round
Counting numbers in a row
All about the bank account
I’m far away
War ready
Arms all steady
Falling never, clever rhymes kill all the Mayweathers
Spring on top motherfuckers
Any season may weather
Exclusively
True shit boosts through all the fakes
Stay I want you to stay
I need that Rihanna feature on god
Stop telling me how to piece shit together
Verse 3:
Honesty, ambition, inspiration
Put it all together, it’s a hero
Zero artists out of ten can put the traits in order
Found you in a morgue
I’ll keep typing till my fingers break
Steep hill ahead
I dread the past
Losing myself
Who wants to collaborate?
Passed my demons on a getaway drive
Conscience in the back while I’m on the side
Hide, hide everything, hide, hide everything
Gotta blow off some steam, bitch I’m on my kettle
Ready, ready, ready, cutting heads with a machete
Oh my god oh my god
Hitting em down by the block
Every song I make a journey
Every battle a tourney
Body after body on the ground, leave 'em in the gurney
These are the chronicles...
Chorus:
Looking for revenge, all summer sixteen
All summer seventeen
Now summer eighteen
Get ready for the beam
X2