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letra de clash of tha titans - paradime

automatic music force…

[verse 1 – s.u.n.]
conversations in the dark, -n-lyzed by a g*nius
i’m in your system intravenous
more determined, rockin’ sermons like a pastor
concepts is gettin’ deeper in my chapters
god gifted, i take the knowledge and i sift it
elevation from the flows got my lifted
complex, i got the timbs gore-tex
show respect, you get respect, who wanna flex?
lyrics caviar, i’m up to par
drink a molson ice at the bar. the s.u.n. is a star
because i’m planetary, universal, not commercial
realistic, humanistic, droppin’ mystics
your telescopes can’t examine my existence
i rap enormance, my performance got endurance
it ain’t no accident you wack, you need insurance
itchin’ neurological when flows is philosophical
i’m dominant over microphone obstacles
as time elapse, you shoot your life away like cr-ps
fall in traps, gettin’ drunk ’til you collapse
i take a glimpse at these wimps, think they pimps
or playas. i’m not your average rhymesayer
i’m wakin’ heads up when i erupt ’cause i’m abrupt
all these marshmallows walk around like they tough
[verse 2 – bizarre]
you think you tough?! f-ck that, check this out
alright, hold the f-ck up, let me get a verse in
who gon’ stop bizarre kid from cursin’ and burstin’
lyrics when i’m high off the gin?
f-cked your mom and her friend and never call ’em again. (deez nuts…)
i’m like bolo in this f-ckin’ bloodsport
you get your ass whupped by n-ggas bigger than full force
i’m the greatest, i know y’all n-ggas hate it
f-ck a titan, you dealin’ with an arsonist perverted convicted rapist. (ew.)
bizarre don’t care, the longest squares
i’m the reason that federation records is now millionaires. (rich.)
battle? alright, come on, let’s make it fast
but if i lose? i’ll beat your motherf-ckin’ ass! (what-what?!)
you see me and proof driving a ’98 caddy
that’s ’cause i be pushin’ more kane than f-ckin’ big daddy
havin’ all you b-tch-ass, f-ck-ass n-ggas on ya knees
i’ll be glad to give your b-tch my nasty disease

[chorus – bugz]
it’s the clash of tha titans, dopes, they get sliced
when y’all n-ggas be bitin’, b-tch, we might fightin’!
get your jaw broke ’cause, yeah, we all smoked
blastin’ on sightin’, clash of tha titans!

[verse 3 – invincible]
pull out your number 2’s, it’s time for a questionnaire
we’re testin’ to find the best in all the western hemisphere
the results are in, yes, it’s clear that the best is here
standin’ in front of you. the rest of y’all ain’t sh-t. (number 2.)
the east, my brotha, to the east, son!
but if you lease funds to move to the east, there be at least one
there i could defeat without no second guessin’
always wreck attention, and never one to be acceptin’ yes men
you would’ve got one vote if yours hadn’t lost his ballot
you had a fight then made up and he tossed your salad. (how sweet.)
actin’ large on your celly ’cause your granny pays
i got to your demise, here’s the hand grenade
clash of tha titans, steppin’ to us is askin’ for lightning
to strike your house, the wicked witch from the south
of the ace deuce, better known as ann arbor
tryin’ to get away from all the shady sh-t, i shoulda ran farther
than de-twa, the heat line get plenty bent
yo, paradime, bring it in, drop the twenty cent
[verse 4 – paradime]
yo… yo!
yo, back the f-ck up and show patience
’cause i’m about to go off just like fuzz busters inside police stations
if i ain’t earned the name flow-er for nathan. son, you’d better tape this
because the words i hurl be givin’ listeners facelifts
every statement was derived in my cousin’s bas-m-nt
i’m so blatent that these phrases referred to (huh?) as abrasive
i got heads trippin’ like someone tied together both of they shoelaces
so skate, before i send you back to your clique. it’s a disgrace
’cause, let’s face it, by the time you ridin’ bikes and rockin’ braces
me and every b-tch you know had been to all the bases
if microphones were grapes when i’m done, they look like raisins
but they sleepin’ on dime like i’m a clean bed at the days inn
wasted, swallow dime brew by the cases
got a full house and a hand in a hat full of aces
and don’t say sh-t (why?) unless you wanna get your f-ckin’ neck hurt
i flex so hard when on the mic, the next day, my pecs hurt
fistfightin’ expert, drunk, head down and p-ssin’
’bout to blow up like airbags in head-on collisions
they call me stank breath ’cause the guinness stout and slim jims
because i bring you the ghetto news like robbie timmons
i fl!ck my tongue like gene simmons and never pause
and i’m clappin’ so much, motherf-ckers call me applause
you wanna battle, freddie, i suggest you bring gauze
’cause when the camel’s back is broken, yo, i’m still throwin’ straws
[chorus – bugz]
it’s the clash of tha titans, dopes, they get sliced
when y’all n-ggas be bitin’, b-tch, we might fightin’!
get your jaw broke ’cause, yeah, we all smoked
blastin’ on sightin’, clash of tha titans!
it’s the clash of tha titans, dopes, they get sliced
when y’all n-ggas be bitin’, b-tch, we might fightin’!
get your jaw broke ’cause, yeah, we all smoked
blastin’ on sightin’, clash of tha titans!

[outro – bugz]
b-tch! (yeah, what!)
what, bring it! (who wanna battle, what!)
what, yeah! (none of y’all n-ggas wanna battle!)
paradime! (bring it wit’ it! what! what!)
invincible! (none of y’all! none of y’all! yeah! what! b-tch!)
bizzare-ney rubble! (yeah! yeah!)
who the f-ck wanna battle?!
bring it on! yeah! yeah! what! what!
my n-gga s.u.n., federation records
ninety-nine and beyond, beyotch!
i’m bugz, mothaf-cka!

- paradime

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