[Audio] TASQ - Throw Ya Fists Up (Poeteek & P Charmin')

[Audio] TASQ - Throw Ya Fists Up (Poeteek & P Charmin')

Whats up whoa?! De va länge sen!
Har inte släppt något sen i somras pga att vi har haft händerna fulla med studiobygge, moneymaking och vårat album.
Men nu fick vi för oss att göra en liten session bara för sakens skull!
Självklart vill vi ha eran kritik!
Hur som helst är jag fortfarande inte någon mix-master-mike men det får vi leva med.
Beatet är proddat av mig, såklart!

Sen till filen:
http://www.speedyshare.com/files/21525720/TASQ_-_Throw_Ya_Fists_Up.mp3

Finns även på: www.myspace.com/TheTASQ

Lyrics har ni här!

T A S to the Q
you gon be sleepin with the fishes if u mess with the crew
T A S to the Q
if some bitches fuck around we pull a tech on 'em fools hey

(Poeteek)
every now and then there be whack emcees axing me
how come you so fire and im such a catastrophy
actually, im a champ, you aint nuttin' but a clown
maybe i aint strapped but still im buckin suckas down
when they fuck around, i pick they fuckin eyes out
aint no stoppin me, don't care about no time outs
when i rush you up, you can pull ya fuckin nine out
i dont give a fuck, i'll flip you round n rip ya spine out
im an onslaught, you can cut my fuckin arms off
i'll still be biting through ya motherfuckin armor
aint no bullet proof vest that can protect ya
i'll creep behind yo ass and fuck yo neck up, im out to getcha
un-armed robbery, but nothing for the cheese
try to slaughter me
and find your face in ancient pottery, thats how karma be
ill hang you on the wall with chains in a room
and make you watch me when i eat ya brain with a spoon
i was insane in the woom, a baby killin masses
people askin, what turned the towers in to ashes
terrorists? nah, it was me, silly bastards

everybody in the house throw ya fists up
if you really don't care throw ya fists up
if you dont give a FUCK throw ya fists up
cuz we here to rock the party til it lifts up (X2)

(P Charmin')
fuck the main-stream I swim against the current
it’s like a waterfall, git dragged in ain’t no turning
I swing in the ring, hit ya dumb fools in temples
like kung fu, ya fam pray to god like nuns do?
one two, one two, I duck, change guard?
hitting his brain hard and let it remain scarred
then sever his main parts, they never the same, odd?
imbedded in they heart, ya don’t git scorched
by?my toxic flow, ya get send ya to the morgue?not the hospital
I lock and load?while y’all grab cock and blow
when ya fire nothing but?ya crack rocks git smoked
my venomous similes?be living in infinity
my enemies is sipping?Hennessey in little Italy
clandestinely feeling me?a diamond in a rough
never driving in a truck?just chilling in the backseat
riding with the cuffs,?been a long time running,
have a long time coming?like cocaine,
I leave a strong line stunning?ya think ya got game,
get respected by beginner??
ya couldn’t face me as my reflection in the mirror

its the T A S to the Q
suckaz better come prepared when they testin the crew ayo
T A S to the Q
straight knockin fellas out when we blessin the tune

(Inlägget ändrat av ramuz 2010-03-25 13:14:31)