Holup klipdidit by Zeroh Lyrics
Hold up, Bible quote to make you throw up
All over your motives, bro you boasting? I'm robust, about
Seven times thicker than biggest bitch in your litter
Literature left my gifts to most high tracks sacrament
A generous kind of guy (shit), I don't know what else to do
Qaddafi on the other side the planet scare up a hell in you
So out of balance do-gooders evolve being they self
A new heaven's to be erected I'm available - a helping hand
So ambidextrous Suzi taught me how to rap the fans
Devonwho and I be restless justice bless the band
Together in this cold weather click up the clan
We Did It in Klipmode, mold your soul like a popular brand
Brrr, cold chains so heavy
Black grille with turquoise stones and broke levees
Soldiers and thugs military, hooligans at the ready
With AK four-sevens blow kisses strong arm steady
Trigger happy hippie trip like acid confetti drop
On niggas nasty lids, beaks clipped out at the barber shop (what?)
I'm making little sense, whatever (okay), apocalyptic scripture
And your whack ass government ain't doing no better
Yeah, now I got to rewrite the whole constitution
Hip-hop would just bring back the public execution
Chuck out all the confusion and burn all of that tax law
Money murder messiahs and revelations in fire, caw!
[It's like playing a sacred game of dodgeball listen real closely nigga]
All over your motives, bro you boasting? I'm robust, about
Seven times thicker than biggest bitch in your litter
Literature left my gifts to most high tracks sacrament
A generous kind of guy (shit), I don't know what else to do
Qaddafi on the other side the planet scare up a hell in you
So out of balance do-gooders evolve being they self
A new heaven's to be erected I'm available - a helping hand
So ambidextrous Suzi taught me how to rap the fans
Devonwho and I be restless justice bless the band
Together in this cold weather click up the clan
We Did It in Klipmode, mold your soul like a popular brand
Brrr, cold chains so heavy
Black grille with turquoise stones and broke levees
Soldiers and thugs military, hooligans at the ready
With AK four-sevens blow kisses strong arm steady
Trigger happy hippie trip like acid confetti drop
On niggas nasty lids, beaks clipped out at the barber shop (what?)
I'm making little sense, whatever (okay), apocalyptic scripture
And your whack ass government ain't doing no better
Yeah, now I got to rewrite the whole constitution
Hip-hop would just bring back the public execution
Chuck out all the confusion and burn all of that tax law
Money murder messiahs and revelations in fire, caw!
[It's like playing a sacred game of dodgeball listen real closely nigga]