Quarashi - Stick em up
Until there was you we didnĂ´t know what to do
but I donĂ´t give a fuck about the things that I blew.
Sucker MC donĂ´t you love me, wanna have me, wanna que me, one two three.
ItĂ´s just a modest proposal from a boy anti-social,
scraping the skin of our culture, civilized vulture.
Do me in, donĂ´t make me sin,
IĂ´m doing so good I canĂ´t go through it again.
stolen from musicmademe.com
I bomb the mic like a fascist,
Mussolini comin’ through with no remorse,
from the dark you won’t see me.
Rise up from the sea like a godzilla
straight up through your mind with my armour plated drilla.
I donĂ´t give a fuck what you think about this shit,
aint in it for the money never out to make a hit.
If you canĂ´t take it like I said get a grip
Ă´cause IĂ´m here to fucking stay
like the warts on your dick.
Stick Ă´em up.
So wont you make a man out of me, IĂ´ve gotta be,
connected computerized son of a bitch, makes me itch, sucker for life.
I canĂ´t decide darkness or light or just a heavenly fright.
Stick it, IĂ´m tired IĂ´m bored,
IĂ´m trying so hard and I canĂ´t be adored.
So the sound brakes through from one tone, gives me no choice I canĂ´t be alone.
Stick Ă´em up.
Like Darth Vader I surprise you with my skills.
I knock your Ă´ol ass out like a bag of sleeping pills.
I got to rip things up like my name was Jack the Ripper.
ThereĂ´s a party at your house cause your mama is a stripper.
Slice through the scene like a knife through peanut butter.
Get your ears cleaned out motherfucker I didnĂ´t stutter.
S. W. A. R. E. Z! I got this whole thing right down to a T.
Stick Ă´em up






