Master of phonetics - make a word do acrobatics
Gymnastics, grim magic
Sick passion, conveyed in a slick fashion
Six fathoms deep, where we keep the heat blastin'
Underground, underwater like Atlantis
Phantom, creep silent on the prey like a mantis
Destroy the universe, Unicron and Mantrid
Combined force, bring death, eat planets
Need Xanax? Breed panic, manic rhythm
Cataclysm, meteor out the sky how I hit 'em
Get 'em, raw from the beginning
Always Hidden, born boss of the villains
Outlaws, never fit in, give a f*ck how you feelin'
Roll up if you willing, hands up to the ceiling
Pow pow, Native Pow Wow, how we illin
Commune with the spirits, in tune, can you hear it?
HiddenRoad - Just Say the Word Lyrics
HiddenRoad - Just Say the Word Lyrics
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Master of phonetics - make a word do acrobatics
Gymnastics, grim magic
Sick passion, conveyed in a slick fashion
Six fathoms deep, where we keep the heat blastin'
Underground, underwater like Atlantis
Phantom, creep silent on the prey like a mantis
Destroy the universe, Unicron and Mantrid
Combined force, bring death, eat planets
Need Xanax? Breed panic, manic rhythm
Cataclysm, meteor out the sky how I hit 'em
Get 'em, raw from the beginning
Always Hidden, born boss of the villains
Outlaws, never fit in, give a f*ck how you feelin'
Roll up if you willing, hands up to the ceiling
Pow pow, Native Pow Wow, how we illin
Commune with the spirits, in tune, can you hear it?
Gymnastics, grim magic
Sick passion, conveyed in a slick fashion
Six fathoms deep, where we keep the heat blastin'
Underground, underwater like Atlantis
Phantom, creep silent on the prey like a mantis
Destroy the universe, Unicron and Mantrid
Combined force, bring death, eat planets
Need Xanax? Breed panic, manic rhythm
Cataclysm, meteor out the sky how I hit 'em
Get 'em, raw from the beginning
Always Hidden, born boss of the villains
Outlaws, never fit in, give a f*ck how you feelin'
Roll up if you willing, hands up to the ceiling
Pow pow, Native Pow Wow, how we illin
Commune with the spirits, in tune, can you hear it?
Writer: Andrew Terwilliger
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid