FighT by ThaRealJayhawk Lyrics
(Verse One: Jayhawk)
Attacking the wack rappers with a slap to the face
Don't come back at me though coz you'll be sprayed with mace
Competing against me is brainless, you can't keep up with my pace
This is my stomping grounds, I should put you in your place
Caught the ball and called you out before you made it to first base
Gunning for it but the ball was faster like it was a police chase
To charge you with fraud, call me Chase coz I'm on the case
Reputation is ruined like you bumped into an old vase
The stuff that somehow became popular is totally depressing
We're going to be spreading a little bit of the lyrical venom like it's salad dressing
Some worked on lyricism but me and Chopra were given a blessing
How, you ask? The sight of us will continually make you be messing
Up in smoke coz your a joke and there ain't no guessing
We all know that we won but you are too afraid of confessing
You'll never find lyricism like this again like we're Loch Ness-ing
We're breaking the barrier of chopping speed, we need to keep pressing
Hättest nicht gedacht dass ein Ami auf Deutsch rappen kann, oder?
Denn egal wer mich schlägt, ich steck es ein und die Kampfflamme lodert
Rattere die Silben superschnell herunter-bin am Start
Gebe jeden Tag 100 Prozent und Kämpfe weiter bis ins Grab
Thinking of lyrics to spit is like a rocket, 3, 2, 1, then pshooooooo
We got the Midas touch while you seem to have a touch of poo
Passing the mic to Chopra coz I've shown the world what I can do
And now it's up to you
(Verse Two: Chopra The Spitter)
Motivated aggravated words to cultivate uneducated haters fakers tryna snatch the crown but they're only clowns who make up fake stories but when it gets real they worry and their makeup runs down their chin, this is where it begins: Jabbing my opponents with my motherfucking fist cuz I'm fighting mentally and physically to be free is what I achieved my head is radiating more danger than a newborn from Nagasaki so they try to cut me off like a guillotine all those kids are just annoying fucking little parakeets, gotta keep on fighting and be chopping till the end and I'm gonna be delivering more versatility than a motherfucking centipede Sicker than the middle age Channeling my inner rage Killing 'em and leave 'em to fade Attacking in a fury when you're talking about the venom killing the most certified rappers in the game and I'm finna be filling my lines with more than just filler like saying "more than filler" Taking the top and then topping it dropping sick, popping the syllables and then locking it shocking it, Jayhawk and Chopra the dream team fiend teens fighting until the beat receeds
Attacking the wack rappers with a slap to the face
Don't come back at me though coz you'll be sprayed with mace
Competing against me is brainless, you can't keep up with my pace
This is my stomping grounds, I should put you in your place
Caught the ball and called you out before you made it to first base
Gunning for it but the ball was faster like it was a police chase
To charge you with fraud, call me Chase coz I'm on the case
Reputation is ruined like you bumped into an old vase
The stuff that somehow became popular is totally depressing
We're going to be spreading a little bit of the lyrical venom like it's salad dressing
Some worked on lyricism but me and Chopra were given a blessing
How, you ask? The sight of us will continually make you be messing
Up in smoke coz your a joke and there ain't no guessing
We all know that we won but you are too afraid of confessing
You'll never find lyricism like this again like we're Loch Ness-ing
We're breaking the barrier of chopping speed, we need to keep pressing
Hättest nicht gedacht dass ein Ami auf Deutsch rappen kann, oder?
Denn egal wer mich schlägt, ich steck es ein und die Kampfflamme lodert
Rattere die Silben superschnell herunter-bin am Start
Gebe jeden Tag 100 Prozent und Kämpfe weiter bis ins Grab
Thinking of lyrics to spit is like a rocket, 3, 2, 1, then pshooooooo
We got the Midas touch while you seem to have a touch of poo
Passing the mic to Chopra coz I've shown the world what I can do
And now it's up to you
(Verse Two: Chopra The Spitter)
Motivated aggravated words to cultivate uneducated haters fakers tryna snatch the crown but they're only clowns who make up fake stories but when it gets real they worry and their makeup runs down their chin, this is where it begins: Jabbing my opponents with my motherfucking fist cuz I'm fighting mentally and physically to be free is what I achieved my head is radiating more danger than a newborn from Nagasaki so they try to cut me off like a guillotine all those kids are just annoying fucking little parakeets, gotta keep on fighting and be chopping till the end and I'm gonna be delivering more versatility than a motherfucking centipede Sicker than the middle age Channeling my inner rage Killing 'em and leave 'em to fade Attacking in a fury when you're talking about the venom killing the most certified rappers in the game and I'm finna be filling my lines with more than just filler like saying "more than filler" Taking the top and then topping it dropping sick, popping the syllables and then locking it shocking it, Jayhawk and Chopra the dream team fiend teens fighting until the beat receeds