BLOK LYRICS written by: damien b, jesse st. john, and gianna gianna
"Slack" - by damien b and jesse st. john damien b: well Nas said hip-hop is dead and I say that's a gimmick, you got a brain for the game or are you just a cynic, you think you got it bring it back and resurrect it from the hell that it's been brought into and then I will respect it, I be that cracker so legit you never ask me where I'm from or where I'm at because the future's what I'm after, get a move on, meet me at the point of your neurons, I stimulate the nervous system, mister get your swerve on, listen listen listen, they're about to close the curtain on the weaker thought patterns and of that I am certain, there's a dark pyre burning while fate resides discerning and the fake aren't learning I awoke bright and early with a ten-ton animal inside of my subconscious, I will fight for the righteous but I'm seen like I'm Pontious Pilate, birth a riot and I'm fertile anytime that I decide I will accentuate this mighty rising tide, like chorus: I aint giving you no slack, I will make you fidget like a heart attack jesse st. john:
my flow's so diabolical, turn ladies into naughty girls, I'm dancing like a Navajo and gliding like a sliding door, my lust for fame distracting me, got other rappers tracking me, the style-biters jacking me, my vomit wanting back in me, boys and girls forget they tops, want to get it, out the stops, rollercoaster few more drops, sour cherry soda pop, ooo you know I jerk so right, jerk so right?, jerk so right, babe you know I'm so polite but go so hard when taking flight, turnign on the red light, go to work most every night, hungry baby gigabyte, gnawing on my website, silent killer murder like mortal kombat stage fight, pig's blood, prom night, got to get it on right, damien b: see the dumb don't get it and the haters try to fight it, see the dumb don't get it and the haters try to fight it, see the dumb don't get it and the haters try to fight it, just give it two years and they're all gonna bite it like, chorus: I aint giving you no slack, I will make you fidget like a heart attack
"Lair of the White Worm" - by damien b, jesse st. john, and gianna gianna damien b: I speak with a black magic echo
fixed on a vibrating tongue, I'm riding on a twenty-foot gecko, breathe thick soundwaves in each lung, got a spear wiht a feather in each fist, I pray to the moon and eat spit, while a panther the size of five mountains tells me I'm bound to bump and freak quick, I make the lazer contextual, you and them on the floor getting sexual, as I drop from my vagina an infant with three eyes and eighteen tentacles, I will show him the way, I will show you the bump, I will teach them to learn while I deform their junk, and I swear to release the captive, let your thought flow like dem laxative chorus: soul criminal and the peacock's bones, the devil's dancing in the lair of the white worm gianna gianna: feeding writhing contorting grinding, self-devour, mindstate reclining, inhibitions gone, pure white worm shine, obliterate fluff, mere beast scream gruff, circles and triangles squares, edges amorphous,
all atmospherical, move satanical, embodied ancestors jerk tribally jesse st. john: hot lava molten crack, white larva soulshake, fornattack, walk on hot coals, dance on air, indigenous raindance, cat-like stare, casting spells wanna make you flip, sick warlock tip, freak meat I grip, one-eyed death beast turning tricks, my favorite type of medicine it makes you sick chorus: soul criminal and the peacock's bones, the devil's dancing in the lair of the white worm
"Get On It" - by damien b chorus: I will make you want this like my nipples spray sugar, I will make you want this like my nipples spray sugar, I put my sickness into every onlooker (looker) I will make you want this like my nipples spray sugar, get on it get get on it get damien b: BLOK tech rock, now time for me to get on top, I've been chopping it up like the top chef, got one minute to put it on the table, it's a fable if you heard I'd flop, now get on it, drop that butt if you're a female, telltale heart even throb to the rhythm I got
and so I hold tight to it, molecule move through it, any man be dead if he ever met BLOK on a beat set free or loose, I'm a beast on the roof and I break through, straight on the move, ready to put that steez on the groove, sleep on me and you sleep on the truth, chorus: I will make you want this like my nipples spray sugar, I will make you want this like my nipples spray sugar, I put my sickness into every onlooker (looker) I will make you want this like my nipples spray sugar, get on it get get on it get damien b: now feast on the words that you're hearing when I shoot my tongue, it's hot food but not for the stomach, I pummel like a comet off-course as it plummets to the earth and it hits on a pinnacle or summit, everybody dead, everybody gon die if not already, better pray to the clouds, and if not I'll rain on your clan like a plague, play God on you clowns when I spray lyrical a-game, chorus: I will make you want this like my nipples spray sugar,
I will make you want this like my nipples spray sugar, I put my sickness into every onlooker (looker) I will make you want this like my nipples spray sugar, get on it get get on it get
"Til the Worms Eat Me" - by damien b and jesse st. john damien b: I'm the actual, rhythm come natural, give me something I catapult it back at you, I spit like that action news at nine, my spit shine 'cause I'm packing truth and move quick, I'm too necessary to quit, damien b will never not be legit, I'm breathing wit, speak to the tenth degree above the limits you heed, my mind was born free, stupid chorus: stupid come play with me, I've come to get it over land and sea, I've got a violent tendency, B-L-O-K til the worms eat me, B-L-O-K til the worms eat me jesse st. john: throw it up, get loose and shank, make a fat boy slim, rockefeller skank, donations to the BLOK blood bank, sweating bullets on the dancefloor it's us to thank,
with a beat so sick and a flow so wicked, put it on a stick make you wanna lick it, life in the fast lane, golden ticket, bloody bad habit you better kick it, chorus: stupid come play with me, I've come to get it over land and sea, I've got a violent tendency, B-L-O-K til the worms eat me, B-L-O-K til the worms eat me
"Muscle Twitch" - by damien b and jesse st. john damien b: girl I'm watching you working that, later this'll hurt, no this isn't a nerf attack, real ammunition and my word is the perfect rival in a duel like Cyrano De Bergerac's famed to have done, my cadence and tongue have the gumption when deployed into action of the oppressed when they form a strong faction, try to teach freedom like a watered-down Langston Hughes, too quick for camera shutters and plus I puncture poser cliques like a cactus smothered by balloons, true to my passion, I rip to pieces poster-boy has-beens, aptly been told I'm the future of music,
my movements made equate to evolution, gruesome are effects on the weak and the listless, blisters on their brains and their central nervous systems, chorus: hands up, swag up, show em how you dance club, blood-filled bath tub, BLOK never really gonna back up, muscle twitch, swag up show em how you dance club, blood-filled bath tub, BLOK never really gonna back up, jesse st. john: never will I fall, standing tall while you crawl, got your name and you number off a bathroom stall, slicing up your throat while I'm making a call, laughing while you choke, child's play like a doll, got me like a gadget copter, go go go go, sorry couldn't get you in to my sold out show, got a supercalifragilisticstupid flow, superstar's what I do, act like you know, the monsters in the club try to take it off and love me, triple x files, wanna david duchov-me, keep em satisfied 'cause there's no one above me, the way to my heart gotta push me and shove me, gen x express, the best, nothing less, number one BLOK got your vote, and you know how we say hey thanks for the play you should know we slit your throat, chorus:
hands up, swag up, show em how you dance club, blood-filled, bath tub, BLOK never really gonna back up, muscle twitch, swag up, show em how you dance club, blood-filled, bath tub, BLOK never really gonna back up, damien b: get em in the middle and I split when I hit em when I fiddle with a rhythm that'll hit this hard, listen to me spit without an intermission, minimal inhaling when I'm giving you this gift I got, lick em like I'm automated never gonna stop, when I'm on a microphone I get it white hot, BLOK is like a dominant armada, never bother with the bottom of the ladder 'cause we never have been in that spot
"Pay Attention" - by damien b chorus: eradication, my department of collections, I'm here to force the vacant and the dumb to pay attention damien b: I breathe my artillery, d b still elite, BLOK with the rhythm, make you rock til you're feeling weak, simply the realest, make you wish I was your siamese twin so you could be in the position I am in, vitamins in my itemized list of violent
lyrics, real heavy, other mc's lighter than, I electrify while I'm rhyme firing, lines almighty, fighting live with the finest pen, head bang, chorus: eradication, my department of collections, I'm here to force the vacant and the dumb to pay attention damien b: now follow me not lopsided through these fallen trees, polynesian breeze blow over blood, snot, and grease, post-apocalytptic, post-mortem poser posturing, strong possibility their best parts were borrowed off of me, no blocking these chock-full rocking v-e-r-s-e-s less the mockeries, all you knock-kneed pock-marked whack wannabes talk a whole lot but you're weak like the long deceased, stopping me's not an option, bred to bark and wheeze on a beat populated with my block party speech, tops and I'm free, know nobody here can pardon me, they never were endowed with the power of damien b, chorus: eradication, my department of collections, I'm here to force the vacant and the dumb to pay attention
"Butter" - by damien b damien b: I be bar soap clean, so mean so fine, y'all be bovine, hold myself back never when I blow minds, always on-point, always show time, all my my dead foes don't lie, I kick hard new york to shanghai, I split your ribs open five-feet wide but I'm still high-class chorus: melt your butter I will melt your butter damien b: I ride a beat like a bull with a battleaxe strapped to the back, when I blast on a track til it's black and it's blue and I cue up the handclap, my clan is a tom and a hat and a kick and a snare, hear me go click-clack 'cause my tongue on the one-two imitates a gun clap, try this and your lung will collapse, BLOK number one, go run and tell that, chorus: melt your butter I will melt your butter
"Raw" - by damien b damien b: when I rock, when I roll, on top of the globe, in the car / at the show people get low, when BLOK on the rhythm everybody hit the floor, show you how I work from the one to the four, force you to move like a gun to the dome, I'm grown so I know how to pepper your eggs, take a groove from the brain to the feet through the legs, move that waist, bone out of place, muscle gon twitch come hit my pace, run with it like an all-day car chase, chorus: I get raw man raw I get, she get raw man raw she get, we get raw man raw we get, we get raw man we get raw damien b: people groove to the middle, get hotter than a kettle on stove top metal, get buck in here, see you in hell, don't settle for a mediocre mellow affair, call me federal express, on mics I deliver, hit you in the liver lie some hardcore liquor, all fake mc's nothing makes me sicker,
makes me wanna bend my didget on a trigger, make you figure out I'm the ultimate because BLOK got that gold-brick spit and it shine like it just came straight from the mint, lick my super-thick saccharin spit, sugar lips and the best offense, now team make a play for the floor and it's not past-tense, I mean now, come see how the freaks get down, get b-u-s-y the beat gon pound, we never take a break, we never pause, we shake like we got paulsy on the dance floor, I get raw man raw I get
"What You Want" - by damien b damien b: hear now as I come like a lightbeam, call me elite 'cause I have every right to be called that, all fall flat when they step to me, lyrically giving mc's botched visectomies, lyrics like a forty-foot arachnid, rabid on the rhythm like a breast when it lactates, head my whims like a magnate, tell me you'll bow to me forever as you gravitate towards this, honest -ly I really see no contest, we really aint nothing like a
bomb threat, we're the bomb going off feel the conquest, in my lyrics see we kick it on a new plane, throw your mind three weeks from tuesday, we're the future of the beat when my crew play, we're the future of the beat when my crew play, we can give it to you any way you want chorus: who be giving what you want, who be giving what you want, real mc damien b, who be giving what you want, we be giving you B-L-O-K okay damien b: let me break you off some like a friend with Twix, you've got something good if you're getting with this, we're setting the pace so the place get buzzing, we relate to the beat like a real close cousin, with a gift to give to you, lyrical sentinel, leering invincible, literally coming with a notion to injure you, y'all can't hit it, BLOK is to you as Big Ben to midget, mark that on your S.A.T.'s, make even the aloof say yes please, shoot the breeze like I'm shooting at live geese, move with a heat that your hate won't appease,
mark that on your S.A.T.'s, make even the aloof say yes please, shoot the breeze like I'm shooting at live geese, move with a heat that your hate won't appease, chorus: who be giving what you want, who be giving what you want, real mc damien b, who be giving what you want, we be giving you B-L-O-K okay
"Tomahawk" - by damien b drop your backside when I get mine, damien b and I be in my prime, you hear throught the grapevine I design a track to make that same backside attack and grind, dip that low, cheeks in the sewer, fake can't hang with the gang, aint true to the game, they lame, I bang the most hard, more legit cuts than a high-speed glass shard, you don't have what I handle masterful, straight to the point and I aint about to pull out, reroute that path that they're taking, break a man's neck how I bring home the bacon, chorus:
wait, the crowd is saying oh my lord, you better shut your mouth and let that body talk, hear what I spit about, I'm sharp as tomahawk, you better shut your mouth and let that body talk, hear what I spit about, I'm bout to break it on down, damien b: bring it to the middle I don't if you're tired, wipe your brow now 'cause I'm fanning the fire, bring the real heat I'm amking hell look wussy, bring you to the brink of insane don't push me, aint nobody who could hold me back at all, crack to the nose I'm about to have you all hyped to the point where your genitals bust, I'm about to operate on you like a medical lust has taken over my body, but it aint quite like that, damien b I got your brain by hi-jack, man I vibe fast, get with the picture, they measure this lip at a nine on the richter, chorus: wait, the crowd is saying oh my lord, you better shut your mouth and let that body talk, hear what I spit about, I'm sharp as tomahawk,
you better shut your mouth and let that body talk, hear what I spit about, I'm bout to break it on down
"Force Feed" - by damien b listen as I kick the new spit, my lip sparks wit more thick than tube steak, I do flip lyrics like cakes for breakfast, yes I stack text closed-minded dudes hate, we're true as the Bible to sermon speakers, legit through and through as you move and shake it, break the mindstate made common, I be damien b and I be great apex to bottom, now feel my body and brain exercises, we bang on the dancefloor without being mindless, I proceed to exceed, leak the timeless, I leapfrog over the weak, elite fine lips are what I work with, you heard me, move, drop to the floor til your legs be blue, sweat til your lightheaded, only seeing two of everything while I bring what the fake can't do, chorus: all my people are you hungry or not, I'm shoving something in your stomach let me stir up the pot, I will force feed you, force feed you,
shove it down your throat, shove it down your throat, rhythm gluttony is what we do, don't stop, damien b: look you got a lesson to learn, I'm no less than best, decibels have left hurt because I outdo them, I spew direct words, a beat in me is like a lightbulb in Uncle Fester, and hell yes I was born mighty, time revealed surely I reap divine seeds, walk through mindfields like I be the Prodigy not from Mobb Deep, Fat of the Land follow me? on and on I pound, bound to break souls down, I pound real bricks not Legos, make from scratch, Bisquick not Eggo, made to scrap, spike back like Stegosaurus, I sit and write no thesaurus or dictionary, vocab is enormous, none match the form of the true BLOK swagger, back to break the limbs of the limp, people back up chorus: all my people are you hungry or not, I'm shoving something in your stomach let me stir up the pot, I will force feed you, force feed you, shove it down your throat, shove it down your throat,
rhythm gluttony is what we do, don't stop, damien b: I be damien b, I be true gold, I do hold the key to make you freak, no refusal
"Steamroller" - by damien b erase the recent past, most cats have no backbone, d b make you freak like crack coke, I've come to cave-in fakes, fade to black, go home, I'm here to stay great and smack domes, pray to that which you do I don't trash yours, d b and beat ipso facto, the factotum to the rhythm never lack flow, hear me at the front see them scatter to the back thrown for a loop, truth's what I use to shatter glass doors, I'm the one the elite even clap for, flash in the pan is another man, I can go over that until the end of time and it's hammered home, them four horsemen let me prattle on while the seven wonders of the world get flat or gone, read them satellite feeds plus data shown, you'll find proof that my music do damage bone, damien b: catalyst of catastrophic non-collapsible
cataclysm with calamaity, got decanters full of thought psychotropical, BLOK mc, no games, got a rocket skull, always popping of is my mind-scheme, I steam heavily, watch me if your eye can focus on things Godly, d b non-stop on top of his game, lips strain hard to evoke fine wit trains of thought, I'm the current word king, feel my presence in medula lurking, take over strong by BLOK is a sure thing, sturdy as a hearse is when you let my verse ring in your cochlea, old school rocking ya, let me talk to ya, bout how I'm chalking up wins, stain clothes blood-red, make your posse dust, it's your time friendo, call as I toss it up
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