SPEAKS - Heavy Tusk (feat. Uncle Mic Nitro & Krash Slaughta) Lyrics

Well my style to slippy too slide on, too grippy to glide on, too slippy to slide on
Too grippy it to glide on, too slippy to slide on, too grippy to glide on
Well my style to slippy too slide on, too grippy to glide on, too slippy to slide on
Too grippy it to glide on, too slippy to slide on, too grippy to glide on
Back once again like the renegade
K to the S wha gwan
Ain't nothing funny when we detonate
The bars, I carve them quick fast
Like the backstreet butchers in the dance, playing games with your heart
Taking them apart, it's the track ripper
Back the wicked up, smack a dickhead up, jack the rhythm up
You don't want to fisty cuff up with us, you're sitting ducks
Catch a little bus from the blunderbuss, turning up like elephants
Foot step, head down, heavy tusk, heavy weight, rhyme wreck
Mic check, steady crush, turn them into dust, get the dustpan a brush
No battle plan, just bum rush, f*ck it up, end it right, krash
Give a little scratch and I might clash, any little hype fancy up or I might clash
Right lads, back to the drawing board
Drawing blood, drawing short swords as they wanna war
If you wanna war, what you running for
A bludgeoned jaw with a diamond tip, claw hammer, war hammer, programmer
King giving a speech, I don't stammer
When I backhand a backstab, I hand back his flicked knife
Grip mic tight, fingertips like zip ties
Chokehold rapper wind pipe
Beddy byes like, Night night
Uncle Mic, jungle strike, tumbleweed, start the tumble by when you buy my mic
F*ck your rapping, f*ck your back slapping
Nitro when you see that he's back, he's back
Put your mic down, sit down on your beanbag
I guarantee that I'll start f*cking up your habitat
This ain't tit for tat
I rip mics and bitch slap tits and twats
Spit like cats and dogs, raining any which way
Wanda Maximoff, wandering my biz, long to bits and bobs
Bobs laying over the beat, I'm too cold
Black blades on ice gates, my bars will break ice
Take to the stage, take mics and break mics
I take five, fix mics, grip mics, shit's like a riptide
Dive in like Wim Hof, your bars are binned off
I'll spin your chins off, chins up, my shark fins up
Them cunts don't wanna swim with Tilikum when pissed off
Put them up in the dust off
Rubbish rap is a clap, but a hundred hand slap plus
Tough love, I teach to you ducks
Quick as f*ck, whenever you're flapping or running beaks off
Love life and spit like there's lightning
Flowing through my form, my force is quite frightening
Flawless performers
Raw with jaw strength of 44 enormous
Crocodiles in salt waters
Cult followers bow down at altars
And chant my name where I conjure dark omens
Nitro the dopest
Dropping that dynamite explosive shit for those soldiers
Krash Slaughters, the man of war
Put your fingertips on the platter, take me out for the encore
Krash Slaughters, the man of war
Put your fingertips on the platter, take me out for the encore