James Hunter Follow

Kick It Around lyrics

* appeared on promo (radio) copies of "Uncontrolled Substance"

{evil laughter}

{sounds of sword fight}

"Words don't help you" (x4)

[Inspectah Deck]

Yo, I got sight beyond sight like the sword of Omen

Beats are left broken by the wise words spoken

Survive livin, driven by blood money hunger

Snakes lay, waitin impatiently to steal your thunder

We stay sharp, state-of-the-art, tear the stage apart

Razor Sharp poison darts raid the charts

Through the underground, some are found changin bounds

The gun sparks like the bloodhound and hunts ya down

The hood life, I'm in it to the limit

Wouldn't quit it for a digit, die for it cuz I live it

Before I let go, have correct dough

I Bust my shit off, I'm out to blow the lid off, alert the metro

I glow like a lazer lights show, your eyes squint

Vibrant, true colors, I move swift and silent

Livin by the day, hearts are cold like winter nights

Got a hot 10 on the dice in this game of life

A-alikes in tune, immune to snake bites

Roll like the blue coats with no lights, late night

Smooth criminal, born original on a lyrical high

Perform miracles before your 3rd eye

Sir I light up the round table

Lockin the king's crown, able to hold it down stable

Fatal tech 9's could make mines deadly duties

Fatal beauties seduce me, used by a hootie and the blowfish groupie

Unruley, fists of fury fly loosely

Cash still rules, ain't nothin new, tuck your jewellry

"Words don't help you" (x2)

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]

Some sound-sound like they real top guns

but this a true sound, it's a champion

Rock the mic in every session

Reign number 1, no competition

[Inspectah Deck]

Just when you thought it was safe

to make a name for yourself, the blows delf

You get stripped for your belt, run your garments

Feather-weights don't know what you involve in

Revolvin in fantasy, ya dilute the solvin

My hip hop quoted as an Uncontrolled Substance

Rough from the beginnin, whispered in my blood

Since my child days, blazed, workin on entery level

50 metal jackets are found, no sign of Rebel

The Iyatollah, Kenny Rogers in the game of high rollers

Side-kick, Lucky Hands the dice thrower

Amputate tracks, blow back the mic holder

Godlen ax blade come down, the mic's over

Takin flight in the Rover, nobel street soldier

Deep cover mission, rap spies be my folder

I.N.S. a.k.a. J. Hunter, vocal gunner

Known to choke-hold the funky drummer

Hunter city tour for the summer

The last dog, Wu Forever roar through your 4 runner

My all-star team put up Jordan-like numbers

Small wonder, get your welcome mats snatched up from under

your cold feet, jacked your whole feat and mad a whole mil'

No frills with no skills and bounded to steal

This is real, Wu part 2 spark you

Reality bites with teeth marks like a shark do

Niggaz dick-ride by the carpool, Gods rule

If I could own rocks, got me toxy at the bar stool

Me and my girl boost the underworld, duckin feds

Can't trace the blood of my swords, double-edged


"Words don't help you" (x4)

[Outro: sampled girl]

nothin you sell, oh, oh...

Kick It Around Video

https://youtube.com/devicesupport: (video from YouTube)

Correct these lyrics

Comments on Kick It Around

Submit your thoughts

These comments are owned by whoever posted them. This lyrics site is not responsible for them in any way.

© to the lyrics most likely owned by either the publisher () or
the artist(s) (James Hunter) which produced the music or artwork. Details

All Artists A-Z


© might belong to the performers or owners of the songs. Lyrics may be used for private study, scholarship or academic research only.
In accordance to the Digital Millenium Copyright Act, publishers may ask to have specific lyrics removed.
This is a non-commercial site. We are not selling anything. Details
Lyricszoo content, design, layout © 2024 Lyricszoo.