Brass Knuckles lyrics

by

Quarashi


[Verse 1: Tiny & Ómar]
I've got the gloves dropped swinging at you had the brass knuckles
The guy that's stereotyped as "others couldn't f*ck with"
Then up in the crib, you be talkin' sh*t with a speech impediment
You wanna sweat it? Step up, and come and get it, man
See if it's right and nix it with the hype sh*t
And we can put you on the spot, and see if you like it
I'll knock you off your feet as soon as you get up again
So shut the f*ck up, and cover when you throw your fists
I got some problems zip it up, cause I can't hold it down
My trouser snake got me workin' overtime all over town
You know the legend, now experience reality
Don't knock it 'till you tried it, I've got 50 different breaths to breathe
I wanna get it on, workin' 'til the break of dawn
Eight f*ckin' inches down the hatch, my f*ckin' devil spawn
Bring out the ruler cause you can't believe the stories all the time
About my victories and my former glory

[Chorus: Tiny]
So where you from kid? It's the Iceland interior
Transmitting bass to break the sound barrier
Boom! We got the the sh*t that makes you get
On your toes at supper to hit the deck
So where you from kid? It's the Iceland interior
Transmitting bass to break the sound barrier
Boom! We got the the sh*t that makes you get
On your toes at supper to hit the deck
[Verse 2: Tiny & Ómar]
How are many rappers gettin' worse with every verse written?
Any record producer could bullsh*t, "that verse be spittin'!"
I watched their blunders like no one else noticed
Makes you wonder if it really paid off being so devoted
It's kinda sad to me to see it all lead around your back
People talk sh*t about me, wonder why I'm so mad
So let's see how you do, standing up close to this sh*t
Cause that's what you go through, if you wanna live sh*t
So it's S-W-A-R-E, see
Screaming out when you come top it off with a Z
I got some paper towels, wipe you off get you clean again
Get my ticket for a ride on the magic power train
So get your AstroGlide (the power tools)
The Great Divide! (The rubber gloves)
Get romantic, tell your stories far & wide
Here we go again, we're out to make it dangerous
So pack it up you silly b*tch, it's time to make some bread for us

[Chorus: Tiny]
So where you from kid? It's the Iceland interior
Transmitting bass to break the sound barrier
Boom! We got the the sh*t that makes you get
On your toes at supper to hit the deck
So where you from kid? It's the Iceland interior
Transmitting bass to break the sound barrier
Boom! We got the the sh*t that makes you get
On your toes at supper to hit the deck
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