Hwarang & Spex - Bringing spexy back

Hwarang & Spex - Bringing spexy back


spex.
We're more of a case of liqour, bodyshakin' taser pistols
Make you face the nickle like Travolta facin' Nicolas
With one hit, and won't get back, like Jason Mraz
The drunken monk type Xena's, throwing punches like Cena
Dropkicking moshpits and hitting more youngster than reefa
Standin' out like Tony Stark movies with Ghostface screeners
We can split this shit in two and still it won't split even
It's all in the matter of speech, with Hwa back of the wheels
We're bringing advocate heat like fat samoans in your passenger seat
Fame claimers claiming fame that won't even last 'em a week
Hwa, holla back with some heat!

Hwarang.
Getting your blood pumped like stair machines
It's all in vain like your girlfriend's heroin
Pac is not alive, Turning the vicious circle
To the motherfucking Ring, whispering 'seven days'
Throw a cambodian baby in ya face, infected with aids
Leaving countries like assholes, stretched out in pain
A fucking hurricane in the early age of the pearly gate
Torching curly braids, desert eagle like a bird of prey
Cutting this urban maze with the precision of a surgeon's blade
Now we're Closing The Ring like Shirley MacLaine