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Click Pow
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Click Pow Lyrics

[Demetrius Capone – Hook]
Click pow niggas hit the ground
We finna murda the game, we spit the sickest style
Dickin strippers, clicking triggas
The sickest niggas out
So tell the industry now
We finna end the drought, so bow down
Nigga bow, your favorite rapper is lame
We finna sit em down
We came to snatch up this game
We finna stick around
We aimin raps at your brain
We finna spit a round, so bow down

[Julius Luciano]
(Uh Oh...) Somebody done pissed the grim reaper off
For every MC that diss me, Im diggin ya ditch deeper, yall
Convince me that yall actors
Yall rappers made up of all chatter
You’re six feet of talk
I lay you down, you surrounded in six feet of chalk
I aint shit talking, Im shit speaking
While you pricks think its called
Monologue, you got it, yall gay
You pricks thinkin “Aw” what gives me the gall
You see I paid the fee to be a big G, a boss
I got the receipt, you don’t know how much this shit even cost
See never will I receive a loss
Cuz Im comin after meals like dessert, but aint shit sweet or soft
Fuck a fever or a mere sneeze or cough
Ima sick mothafucka like I got inbreeding thoughts
You wouldn’t be the best hands down if you cut your dick beaters off
All that poppin shit - need to halt!

[Demetrius Capone]
You can try robbin my ice, robbing my shine
My shine is robbing your sight, its robbing you blind
Now thats what I call an opposite crime
Im half man, half machine, Im Optimus and Pac in his prime
Spittin sick and optimistic, that mean I spit HIV Positive rhymes
Is he out of his mind, I think I police the police cockin a nine
(Brahh-rahh-rahh) I son the ones, Im the, Father of Time
My niggas is strictly the mafia
Stickin a glock in your mouth as if its a thermometer
On a mission to try to fuck Cubana Lust
Tryna get her to swallow nut, till that thick bitch
Is spittin my daughter up
Your bitch is blowin my dick like it’s a harmonica
Im getting Lewinski like her moniker is Monica
She’s fond of my anaconda, I honor her
If niggas is trippin, I blam they yamaka - Cancel Hanukkah!

[Demetrius Capone – Hook]

[Dice Dinero]
If yall don’t know im the shits when I spit
You pricks got me fucked up like plenty Henny sips
Youre not that bright like a bulb thats dimly lit
Im schitz, yeah Im mad as if Im pretty pissed
But get me pissed, and im spilling clips willy-nilly
Let my milli really split some melons in so many bits
But many clips will darken your vision like an eclipse
Yall in perfect health, meanin you niggas aint really sick
This is toxic spit, this is napalm talk
I don’t mean im leaving when I say Im off
Nigga, I stay on my grind, I cant nod off
I take your watch off your wrist, that’s how I take time off
Yall want beef, yall acting, you hoes vegans
I take a bat to you cats til Im cracking your whole teeth in
Collapsin your dome piece in, don’t snooze when tools on me
Move on me and lose homies – MUHFUCKA!

[Kenny Siegel]
Nigga, your rhyming is bout bad as my bottom bitch
My rhyming is so on time, that a prick could set his watch to it
I promise this, I got a ditch, I dump bodies inside of it
My goal is to fill it to the top even though its bottomless
Yall small time fightin for block domination
While COB is tryna lock the nation
That’s cuz we colder than ganja blazing
Defining greatness, we as code as a lock combination
Not just these dudes headaches, Im more so a concussion
Im drunk in the booth, just like my tool Im loaded and bustin
My flow is disgustin, don’t speak on me when you hold a discussion
You niggas wouldn’t get close to me if our shoulders was touchin
No fucking around, C-O-B is that cold unit
You’re at a standstill because you have no movement
Yeah, this the fucking U-GANG, papi
Im the black Saddam, who sane? (Hussein) – Not me!

[Demetrius Capone – Hook]

...Dice's improvement is ridiculous in just one album
and this is probably my fave HSG track, all four of them were consistent with A-game
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#2
Thanks jerm ! You've yet to disappoint homie

I have to agree 100% with what you said though. All of them went in but I think Kenny edges it slightly for me..dont know why though.

Nigga, your rhyming is bout as bad as my bottom bitch
My rhyming is so on time now that a prickest had his watch to it
I promise since I got a ditch, I'll dump bodies inside of it
My goal is to fill to the top even though its bottomless
Yall small time fighting for block domination
While COB is tryna lock the nation

My fav part of the track ^

We as code(cold) as a lock combination
iim the black sad, who sane(hussein) not me

I love this type of word play
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#3
Thanks! Really an amazing joint this one! Cannot wait for the album and more of your lyrics Big Grin .

And I never thought Dice was wack.. Always thought he was dope?
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#4
Yeah Dice was never wack, but has stepped up no doubt, ever since lke Fuckin Wit COB or Not Afraid.

and man, HSG's hook game is ridiculous also, especially Capone's harmonizing, I wont lie he's versatile with that shit.

and yeah I might do Firing Squad or Ready, Aim, Fire next.
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#5
Yeah I can agree with that!

Yeah their hooks are really dope too! A lot of dudes strugglin to create hooks.. not these guys. lol

Could you do Mad Niggerish? That joint is.. :O
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#6
(02-01-2011, 01:06 AM)Jerm link Wrote:Click Pow Lyrics

[Demetrius Capone – Hook]
Click pow niggas hit the ground
We finna murda the game, we spit the sickest style
Dickin strippers, clicking triggas
The sickest niggas out
So tell the industry now
We finna end the drought, so bow down
Nigga bow, your favorite rapper is lame
We finna sit em down
We came to snatch up this game
We finna stick around
We aimin raps at your brain
We finna spit a round, so bow down

[Julius Luciano]
(Uh Oh...) Somebody done pissed the grim reaper off
For every MC that diss me, Im diggin ya ditch deeper, yall
Convince me that yall actors
Yall rappers made up of all chatter
You’re six feet of talk
I lay you down, you surrounded in six feet of chalk
I aint shit talking, Im shit speaking
While you pricks think its called
Monologue, you got it, yall gay
You pricks thinkin “Aw” what gives me the gall
You see I paid the fee to be a big G, a boss
I got the receipt, you don’t know how much this shit even cost
See never will I receive a loss
Cuz Im comin after meals like dessert, but aint shit sweet or soft
Fuck a fever or a mere sneeze or cough
Ima sick mothafucka like I got inbreeding thoughts
You wouldn’t be the best hands down if you cut your dick beaters off
All that poppin shit need to halt

[Demetrius Capone]
You can try robbin my ice, robbing my shine
My shine is robbing your sight, its robbing you blind
Now thats what I call an opposite crime
Im half man, half machine, Im Optimus and Pac in his prime
Spittin sick and optimistic, that mean I spit HIV Positive rhymes
Is he out of his mind, I think I police the police cockin a nine
(Brahh-rahh-rahh) I son the ones, Im the, Father of Time
My niggas is strictly the mafia
Stickin a glock in your mouth as if its a thermometer
On a mission to try to fuck Cubana Lust
Tryna get her to swallow nut, till that thick bitch
Is spittin my daughter up
Your bitch is blowin my dick like it’s a harmonica
Im getting Lewinski like her moniker is Monica
She’s fond of my anaconda, I honor her
If niggas is trippin, I blam they yamaka - Cancel Hanukkah!

[Demetrius Capone – Hook]

[Dice Dinero]
If yall don’t know im the shits when I spit
You pricks got me fucked up like plenty Henny sips
Youre not that bright like a bulb thats dimly lit
Im schitz, yeah Im mad as if Im pretty pissed
But get me pissed, and im spilling clips willy-nilly
Let my milli really split some melons in so many bits
But many clips will darken your vision like an eclipse
Yall in perfect health, meanin you niggas aint really sick
This is toxic spit, this is napalm talk
I don’t mean im leaving when I say Im off
Nigga, I stay on my grind, I cant nod off
I take your watch off your wrist, that’s how I take time off
Yall want beef, yall acting, you hoes vegans
I take a bat to you cats til Im cracking your whole teeth in
Collapsin your dome piece in, don’t snooze when tools on me
Move on me and lose homies – MUHFUCKA!

[Kenny Siegel]
Nigga, your rhyming is bout bad as my bottom bitch
My rhyming is so on time that a prick could set his watch to it
I promise this, I got a ditch, I dump bodies inside of it
My goal is to fill it to the top even though its bottomless
Yall small time fightin for block domination
While COB is tryna lock the nation
That’s cuz we colder than ganja blazing
Defining greatness, we as code as a lock combination
Not just these dudes headaches, Im more so a concussion
Im drunk in the booth, just like my tool Im loaded and bustin
My flow is disgustin, don’t speak on me when you hold a discussion
You niggas wouldn’t get close to me if our shoulders was touchin
No fucking around, C-O-B is that cold unit
You’re at a standstill because you have no movement
Yeah, this the fucking U-GANG, papi
Im the black Saddam, who sane? (Hussein) – Not me!

[Demetrius Capone – Hook]

...Dice's improvement is ridiculous in just one album
and this is probably my fave HSG track, all four of them were consistent with A-game

yo jerm, made some corrections in bold and also made some other minor corrections such as words that were missing or wrong words etc...so if you want to just copy and paste the whole thing  8)
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#7
haha thanks alot man, keep the corrections coming lol
soon we can put these up on a lyrics site or something
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#8
no doubt, ill check out the other posts, also i forgot to delete the "now" in kennys second line...its just 'time that a prick..'
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