Lyrical High-jack
by Brandon Nash
Lyrics
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.
Click, Click, Click, SNAP)
Warning yeah to step back.
Buckskin about to pull the hammer back.
Another bomb track that will bust sacks.
Hit ya With a Lexical blasts.
Making bodies collapse.
Animalistic barbarian in cataphracts.
Mad Max with a battle-axe.
No slack, I get out & get that,
Got no time for set backs.
Yo dog, Go fetch that.
Bark at me, Get your lips lashed
Hold your tongue till you get your breath back.
Inhale a quick blast.
Elevated like a jet pack.
Shine like a whip that's jet black.
Pure gold that reflects back.
Bars lifted with a Dope Beat so bad.
[Hook
This is just another lyrical high-jack
Make vertebraes in your neck snap back.
Blast conceptions with strict facts.
Create explosive sick Tracks.
Bars as solid as a brick stack.]
[Hook
This is just another lyrical high-jack
Make vertebraes in your neck snap back.
Blast conceptions with strict facts.
Create explosive sick Tracks.
Bars as solid as a brick stack.]
I see right through the fake masks.
No time for shady bad acts.
Not worth the payback.
What I give, I don't take back
Positive energy lights up the pitch black.
Keep Dope rhymes Electric.
Spitting bars that are kinetic.
Fire flow, I spit Gas
Heads Spinning round & round, front to back.
Spreading my message through phonetics.
Go hard, No breaks. No kit-kat.
Psyche is uncanny, sharp & fantastic.
Speech incredibly Bombastic.
Giving off Eccentric Amperage.
Frequencies that go on a rampage.
Breaking through walls, watch the bricks get smashed in.
Skulls get scalped to get at brains I can pick at with a pick axe.
Dropping bombs that will get your shit splat.
It's magnificent.
[Hook
This is just another lyrical high-jack
Make vertebraes in your neck snap back.
Blast conceptions with strict facts.
Create explosive sick Tracks.
Bars as solid as a brick stack.]
[Hook
This is just another lyrical high-jack
Make vertebraes in your neck snap back.
Blast conceptions with strict facts.
Create explosive sick Tracks.
Bars as solid as a brick stack.]
This just the first act.
This is no myth. Just strait fact.
These lines are money, strait cash. No Tax.
Rhymes Strapped & Exactly Stacked.
My Style so rich you can't pay back.
Keep it tight leave no slack.
Distract Distractions but Don't crash.
Predator style is Apex.
Aware & ready to accurately attack
Intellect that's strictly savage,
I Go insane When I start spazzin'.
I Create chaos & panic.
Colliding with radio static,
Crushing raps, heads bashed in.
With an Excruciating Psycho Sciatic.
Flipping words like they are acrobatic.
Making visions in your head cinematic.
It's like,
Lights, Camera, Action.
Precision so precise, its systematic.
Armored plated bars that are pragmatic.
Causing serious brain damage...
Fuck Yeah,
Nash just killed another dope track.
[Hook
This is just another lyrical high-jack
Make vertebraes in your neck snap back.
Blast conceptions with strict facts.
Create explosive sick Tracks.
Bars as solid as a brick stack.]
[Hook
This is just another lyrical high-jack
Make vertebraes in your neck snap back.
Blast conceptions with strict facts.
Create explosive sick Tracks.
Bars as solid as a brick stack.].