Pump Your Fist Lyrics by Cappadonna

Pump Your Fist Lyrics

    [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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