hellraiser lyrics – beatnuts


es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?
try to play me close and get loose
try to play me close and get loose
(d*mn, my ears are burning hot!)
d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, d*mn my ears are burning hot!
d*mn, godd*mn, godd*mn, d*mn my ears are burning hot!
yeah, yeah, yeah,

verse one: fashion

d*mn my ears are burning hot
i think i got fakin the funk
motherf*cks up in my spot
they know i’m gonna blow
so they press up on
the crew like gets dissed
like a fool when i’m gone
so get out, and leave me alone,
close my door!
i gotta whisper cause i got
some f*ckin’ ears on my floor
they’re tryin’ to catch on
to see who i’m givin’ the hoot
there it is square biz
don’t say my kids
[psycho les]
all these phony motherf*ckers wanna shake my hand
and behind my back talk sh*t to the next man
click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!
your sh*t is wack!
yeah, you better keep it subliminal
cause i don’t play, some say
my style’s type criminal
and we can get down, yo for real
yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!

chorus: repeat 4x

[p. les] try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!
[fashion]beatnuts forever, die hard motherf*ckers!

verse two: psycho les, fashion

you see me and i see you
but you still want to act like
you don’t see me, cool
years ago an a&r dissed

our f*ckin’ demos and said
that sh*t was scarred
b*tch, you big-time b*tch your foamin’
your label’s sh*t and you’ll regret it in a moment
now you eat pills, while i puff on the phils
and still, you can’t comprehend your skills

you remember the time, only after i performed
you called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm
but blue, no matter what you do
you can’t trick this kid
too cool, i thought you knew, fool!


verse three: fashion, psycho les

now i got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous
word up, cause i be strapped like the secret service
the cops they run me down for the guns i be wielding
i’ll murder a force to get lost between buildings
time to go to war, it’s been a raiser, now i’ma flip
rippin more n*gg*z than an axe in a horror flick
doin mad crime, i remember the days well
the demon inside of me had invited me to raise h*ll

i don’t want to have to snuff n*body
i just drink my twenties with c*ke with bacardi
try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!
beatnuts forever, die hard motherf*ckers!

/ beatnuts lyrics