Holy Moses

Album cover art for "Holy Moses" by Shredders

Shredders - Rap

Holy Moses

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[P.O.S - Spoken] "...In there and off." [Sims - Spoken] "You're off, bro." [Laughter] [P.O.S] Too stubborn to fail, too loyal for fame Too grown for games, tooth long, too on Too beast to tame, (ha ha) truth be in the name Doomtree crew be stupid with the flames Dangerous jumps, land where we aim Earn every lump, own where we hang Cold motherfuck what, tell me what? And they can't say nothin' Ain't nothin' I ain't bustin' Ain't shit I ain't seen comin' Ain't one to paint in the lines Or wait by the side Be the one stay a thorn, stay fly And the same can't be said for the Pac-Man of the pie Stack hella hunt, ghost dance 'til I die Hell L-O L-O-L Rather be the witch than the one under the spell Rather dig a ditch than help 'em poison the well Rather hit a liq than give in to wage hell Rather see my people held up instead of just held Rather light a wick and fuckin' tell 'em myself And if it ain't dope what it there for? And if she ain't woke is she fine though? Prolly ain't But that's me I prolly can't count to sane on my good brain [Hook] Yeah-eah-eah-eah Try and tell me literally anything Try again Yeah-eah-eah-eah Try tellin' me anything [Sims] I give 'em insight inside the enzymes The highlights of my life, I ride I ride my wave, yell "Geronimo," wild animal But some afraid to get wet You can spot 'em like a calico But something's different in their anecdote Isn't it revisionism like the Alamo? And it goes back and forth like a palindrome Work sleep, peels krow off dirt street Bleached teeth and rehearsed speeches I don't fuck with those devils, got my own demons Beep beep, tell 'em earth's easy Imma surf my wave 'til the dirt keep me I was on a thing, some were commenting But that is not a thing, they were modeling I was putting my hands to the real thing Wish you could see what I've been building I'm in the future, got style by the gigabyte Damn right I don't fight with troglodytes No light, they blow gas with the pilot off Okay okay, cue the final boss I get wild with the appetite Damn right I was high like a satellite Okay okay, cue the final boss Imma kill it, Imma kill it, cut the vital off [Hook] Yeah-eah-eah-eah Try and tell me literally anything Try again Yeah-eah-eah-eah Try tellin' me anything Yeah-eah-eah-eah Yeah-eah-eah-eah Yeah-eah-eah-eah

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Credits

Writers
  • P.O.S.
  • Sims