Issue No 191 Avalanche 3rd Stone From The Sun Lyrics
Avalanche (3rd Stone From the Sun) by Issue No. 191
(Intro)
He's gonna play some of this tape
And, you're gonna hear how some of this track was built up
Base strums, Jimmy's rune guitar, and a rough lead vocal
That was put up in the same time as his lead guitar
(Verse)
Prejudice when it comes to rappers, I'm anti
Dirty flows, said I got em by a landslide
Give a fuck on this beach like dirty bitches
I don't usually switch but I'mma let you and yo man try
Ain't no fun if a hommie can't get with
Maybeline put a smudge on the lipstick
Most beats these rappers can't get with
They can't penetrate, not me, they got lip spit
Polyester the greatest, they Yeti is where the cash is
Neva in-adjust, all you see is the ashes
Sesame Street rappers, all you see is that mad shit
That's why I call em rapsters, fill us right where the trash is
Big birds don't fly ova here, boy
We eat sum', free sum' from next year, boy
I got a cold ? snot car nose
What you got is the sneak smell, it's called fear, boy
Tollin', spend henge with fragrance
Bandz in the plasters, spit rhymes like hot potatoes
Experience the latest, I been the best in every state
So here's to ? and the potheads
(Hook)
Somebody call the helicopter ambulance
Get yo best cue jackets and yo snow bends
Lil weapons in the mountains like the snow men
They don't stand a chance but their flow is like an avalanche
He's gonna play some of this tape
And, you're gonna hear how some of this track was built up
Base strums, Jimmy's rune guitar, and a rough lead vocal
That was put up in the same time as his lead guitar
(Verse)
Prejudice when it comes to rappers, I'm anti
Dirty flows, said I got em by a landslide
Give a fuck on this beach like dirty bitches
I don't usually switch but I'mma let you and yo man try
Ain't no fun if a hommie can't get with
Maybeline put a smudge on the lipstick
Most beats these rappers can't get with
They can't penetrate, not me, they got lip spit
Polyester the greatest, they Yeti is where the cash is
Neva in-adjust, all you see is the ashes
Sesame Street rappers, all you see is that mad shit
That's why I call em rapsters, fill us right where the trash is
Big birds don't fly ova here, boy
We eat sum', free sum' from next year, boy
I got a cold ? snot car nose
What you got is the sneak smell, it's called fear, boy
Tollin', spend henge with fragrance
Bandz in the plasters, spit rhymes like hot potatoes
Experience the latest, I been the best in every state
So here's to ? and the potheads
(Hook)
Somebody call the helicopter ambulance
Get yo best cue jackets and yo snow bends
Lil weapons in the mountains like the snow men
They don't stand a chance but their flow is like an avalanche