[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.mp3Finns även på: www.myspace.com/TheTASQLyrics har ni här!T A S to the Qyou gon be sleepin with the fishes if u mess with the crewT A S to the Qif some bitches fuck around we pull a tech on 'em fools hey(Poeteek)every now and then there be whack emcees axing mehow come you so fire and im such a catastrophyactually, im a champ, you aint nuttin' but a clownmaybe i aint strapped but still im buckin suckas downwhen they fuck around, i pick they fuckin eyes outaint no stoppin me, don't care about no time outswhen i rush you up, you can pull ya fuckin nine outi dont give a fuck, i'll flip you round n rip ya spine outim an onslaught, you can cut my fuckin arms offi'll still be biting through ya motherfuckin armoraint no bullet proof vest that can protect yai'll creep behind yo ass and fuck yo neck up, im out to getchaun-armed robbery, but nothing for the cheesetry to slaughter meand find your face in ancient pottery, thats how karma beill hang you on the wall with chains in a roomand make you watch me when i eat ya brain with a spooni was insane in the woom, a baby killin massespeople askin, what turned the towers in to ashesterrorists? nah, it was me, silly bastardseverybody in the house throw ya fists upif you really don't care throw ya fists upif you dont give a FUCK throw ya fists upcuz we here to rock the party til it lifts up (X2)(P Charmin')fuck the main-stream I swim against the currentit’s like a waterfall, git dragged in ain’t no turningI swing in the ring, hit ya dumb fools in templeslike 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 scarredthen sever his main parts, they never the same, odd?imbedded in they heart, ya don’t git scorchedby?my toxic flow, ya get send ya to the morgue?not the hospitalI lock and load?while y’all grab cock and blowwhen ya fire nothing but?ya crack rocks git smokedmy venomous similes?be living in infinitymy enemies is sipping?Hennessey in little Italyclandestinely feeling me?a diamond in a roughnever driving in a truck?just chilling in the backseatriding 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 mirrorits the T A S to the Qsuckaz better come prepared when they testin the crew ayoT A S to the Qstraight knockin fellas out when we blessin the tune (Inlägget ändrat av ramuz 2010-03-25 13:14:31)