Cappadonna

Cappadonna - Pump Your Fist lyrics

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[Killa Bamz]
 Uhh  yeah  what  uhh  yeah
 Darts of armored warfare  Deep the rhyme Caprice
 Deep in levels  alibi havin rebel could play
 this competition for pounds in the state of permission
 Conversation bout this kid Killa Bamz
 You want defense  man to man  location Shaolin New York
 It ain't nuthin to talk or walk
 Get dark son  economic times to fault
 Style is mangohead stagnated from soft
 What the fuck you thought, we was given support?
 Live from Beatdown, Shaolin success, bypass the rest
 Move sixty deep, Dutch with the charm
 One hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombs
 Holdin dart guns in palms
 One hundred divine cyphers, Killa Bamz
 I pack the dart gun hate to see another death in the fam
 Uhh, yeah, what
 pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
 pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
 [Tekitha]
 Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising
 Meth-Tical illusions, salutin my blade
 Tongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary weary
 Teary fear me, clearly, the pearl drop
 Time stop, holdin shop, shockwave be brave
 Ghetto came style is maim out to lunch
 Out to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewel
 My life control the cruise, ten deadly touches too
 Grip the Dutches move, swing rough to cut ya
 is the one to seek philosophy in crutches
 You disbelieve, in the T
 Truth Equal King Islam Truth Heard Alive, TEKITHA
 Bust the cypher on the Gods, bust the cypher on the Gods
 pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
 pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
 [Cappadonna]
 Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the pen
 Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end
 Whatever I do, y'all imitate -- try to come close
 but can't come straight; I branch out
 Terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats
 Bare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sons
 that'll rain on your gang, you're too plain
 My dope is uncut, high level high like a plane
 Bigger bite bigger mic underground beneath these streets
 W-T-C, leaky leak
 Time meet, Chi meet, ain't nuttin sweet
 Pakistan, Iran clan is like Christ
 Word to Poltergeist, smash every tape
 Deep thoughter, out of order, off
 Seven thirty, bugged like psycho from the Bronx
 Wild like fat pen child to be the rap Lawrence Martin
 Eyes like lills, mescaline pills
 Three bills worth of darts, pump the heart
 Bottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once again
 It's the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary execution
 Executive approachin, Tang a demonstration
 Pillage Incorporated, first place
 A thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champ
 Lamp on the beatbreak, camp on verses
 Cheat on producers, men go working
 Rhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill'n
 Internal lyrics, expose the profane
 Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change
 pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
 pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
 pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Razor Sharp Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: The Pillage (1998)

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