Take cover my friend
There's a storm coming
C'mon
Storm warning
Let's go (uh)
Alright, feel this
I spitfire, and burn your speakers alive
Quick time's, unable to play my rhymes
Bit my, lip spittin' that last line, so quick it's a past time
I started off beat and I ended up on time
On a picnic table, in a back yard's, where it all started
Hip-hop kidnapped me, and I ended up on a milk carton
No one's heard from me, or seen me, ever since
All they found, was a pair of headphones as evidence
How many people are keepin' it street legal?
From the debut to the sequel, ya keeping' it Steven Segal
If that's you, DJ drop the needle
Submarine flow, here comes the torpedo
To all the mic menaces, on the premises
Take time to render this, welcome to your nemesis
I just revoked ya membership
(1,2,3) put ya weight on it
Lawd, that beat is hard
It needs a bodyguard
If it keeps bangin' like that, roofs comin' down
Keep it bangin' like that, right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is tough
I can't get enough
If it keeps bangin' like that, watch out now
You gon' mess around, crash right into my soul
I, I rip shows, and spit flows, to connect those
6, 6 front rows, who counter act the attack blows
I'm opposed to, those bros who, don't show you
The blown whistles, DJ, fire the missiles
I've always been into these words and these rhymes
And the way that a word when it rhymes, can bend a mind like I, intended to
Know it sounds crazy, but hip-hop and headphones raised me
Found me through speakers and cords, hand picked me and made me
To all the mic menaces, on the premises
Take time to render this, welcome to your nemesis
I just revoked ya membership
(1,2,3) Put ya weight on it
Lawd, that beat is hard
It need a bodyguard
If it keeps bangin' like that, roofs comin' down
Keep it bangin' like that, right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is tough
I can't get enough
If it keeps bangin' like that, watch out now
You gon' mess around, crash right into my soul
When we start it up, it ain't gon' stop
'Cause the storm's got the party on lock, lock, lock
I don't care if ya like it or not
Ya never told me how to start it, so don't tell me when to stop
When we start it up, it ain't gon' stop
'Cause the storm's got the party on lock, lock, lock
I don't care if ya like it or not
Ya never told me how to start it, so don't tell me when to stop
Storm warning
(1,2,3) Put ya weight on it
Lawd, that beat is hard
It needs a bodyguard
If it keeps bangin' like that, roofs comin' down
Keep it bangin' like that, right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is tough
I can't get enough
If it keeps bangin' like that, watch out now
You gon' mess around, crash right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is hard
It needs a bodyguard
If it keeps bangin' like that, roofs comin' down
Keep it bangin' like that, right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is tough
I can't get enough
If it keeps bangin' like that, watch out now
You gon' mess around, crash right into my soul
I AM THE STORM - Beastmode Lyrics
I AM THE STORM - Beastmode Lyrics
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Take cover my friend
There's a storm coming
C'mon
Storm warning
Let's go (uh)
Alright, feel this
I spitfire, and burn your speakers alive
Quick time's, unable to play my rhymes
Bit my, lip spittin' that last line, so quick it's a past time
I started off beat and I ended up on time
On a picnic table, in a back yard's, where it all started
Hip-hop kidnapped me, and I ended up on a milk carton
No one's heard from me, or seen me, ever since
All they found, was a pair of headphones as evidence
How many people are keepin' it street legal?
From the debut to the sequel, ya keeping' it Steven Segal
If that's you, DJ drop the needle
Submarine flow, here comes the torpedo
To all the mic menaces, on the premises
Take time to render this, welcome to your nemesis
I just revoked ya membership
(1,2,3) put ya weight on it
Lawd, that beat is hard
It needs a bodyguard
If it keeps bangin' like that, roofs comin' down
Keep it bangin' like that, right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is tough
I can't get enough
If it keeps bangin' like that, watch out now
You gon' mess around, crash right into my soul
I, I rip shows, and spit flows, to connect those
6, 6 front rows, who counter act the attack blows
I'm opposed to, those bros who, don't show you
The blown whistles, DJ, fire the missiles
I've always been into these words and these rhymes
And the way that a word when it rhymes, can bend a mind like I, intended to
Know it sounds crazy, but hip-hop and headphones raised me
Found me through speakers and cords, hand picked me and made me
To all the mic menaces, on the premises
Take time to render this, welcome to your nemesis
I just revoked ya membership
(1,2,3) Put ya weight on it
Lawd, that beat is hard
It need a bodyguard
If it keeps bangin' like that, roofs comin' down
Keep it bangin' like that, right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is tough
I can't get enough
If it keeps bangin' like that, watch out now
You gon' mess around, crash right into my soul
When we start it up, it ain't gon' stop
'Cause the storm's got the party on lock, lock, lock
I don't care if ya like it or not
Ya never told me how to start it, so don't tell me when to stop
When we start it up, it ain't gon' stop
'Cause the storm's got the party on lock, lock, lock
I don't care if ya like it or not
Ya never told me how to start it, so don't tell me when to stop
Storm warning
(1,2,3) Put ya weight on it
Lawd, that beat is hard
It needs a bodyguard
If it keeps bangin' like that, roofs comin' down
Keep it bangin' like that, right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is tough
I can't get enough
If it keeps bangin' like that, watch out now
You gon' mess around, crash right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is hard
It needs a bodyguard
If it keeps bangin' like that, roofs comin' down
Keep it bangin' like that, right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is tough
I can't get enough
If it keeps bangin' like that, watch out now
You gon' mess around, crash right into my soul
There's a storm coming
C'mon
Storm warning
Let's go (uh)
Alright, feel this
I spitfire, and burn your speakers alive
Quick time's, unable to play my rhymes
Bit my, lip spittin' that last line, so quick it's a past time
I started off beat and I ended up on time
On a picnic table, in a back yard's, where it all started
Hip-hop kidnapped me, and I ended up on a milk carton
No one's heard from me, or seen me, ever since
All they found, was a pair of headphones as evidence
How many people are keepin' it street legal?
From the debut to the sequel, ya keeping' it Steven Segal
If that's you, DJ drop the needle
Submarine flow, here comes the torpedo
To all the mic menaces, on the premises
Take time to render this, welcome to your nemesis
I just revoked ya membership
(1,2,3) put ya weight on it
Lawd, that beat is hard
It needs a bodyguard
If it keeps bangin' like that, roofs comin' down
Keep it bangin' like that, right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is tough
I can't get enough
If it keeps bangin' like that, watch out now
You gon' mess around, crash right into my soul
I, I rip shows, and spit flows, to connect those
6, 6 front rows, who counter act the attack blows
I'm opposed to, those bros who, don't show you
The blown whistles, DJ, fire the missiles
I've always been into these words and these rhymes
And the way that a word when it rhymes, can bend a mind like I, intended to
Know it sounds crazy, but hip-hop and headphones raised me
Found me through speakers and cords, hand picked me and made me
To all the mic menaces, on the premises
Take time to render this, welcome to your nemesis
I just revoked ya membership
(1,2,3) Put ya weight on it
Lawd, that beat is hard
It need a bodyguard
If it keeps bangin' like that, roofs comin' down
Keep it bangin' like that, right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is tough
I can't get enough
If it keeps bangin' like that, watch out now
You gon' mess around, crash right into my soul
When we start it up, it ain't gon' stop
'Cause the storm's got the party on lock, lock, lock
I don't care if ya like it or not
Ya never told me how to start it, so don't tell me when to stop
When we start it up, it ain't gon' stop
'Cause the storm's got the party on lock, lock, lock
I don't care if ya like it or not
Ya never told me how to start it, so don't tell me when to stop
Storm warning
(1,2,3) Put ya weight on it
Lawd, that beat is hard
It needs a bodyguard
If it keeps bangin' like that, roofs comin' down
Keep it bangin' like that, right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is tough
I can't get enough
If it keeps bangin' like that, watch out now
You gon' mess around, crash right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is hard
It needs a bodyguard
If it keeps bangin' like that, roofs comin' down
Keep it bangin' like that, right into my soul
Lawd, that beat is tough
I can't get enough
If it keeps bangin' like that, watch out now
You gon' mess around, crash right into my soul
Writer: Trevor McNevan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group