Vulcan Grip (Topic 3) - Hawk House

Your false acts still lookin for teeth

And it seems it hasn’t worked out in months, your time is up

Doubts that rise from the treacherous dialogue

Your portfolio’s a poor rendition (???) piling up

That’s why we don’t buy your bars like the diabetic

We’re probably feeling fired up but you can turn your lights off (turn your

lights off)

And these flows are athletic, composed aspects, doors closed but transcending

You claim that your being yourself, but you can’t see yourself, you only

getting votes if the track’s trending

Back bending for a license that show (???)

Amphibious flows got me touring' the globe scope with a torch lit in my hand

ready to show the world hope, sure hold

Hey hey, what up, what you say, that Vulcan grip is my forté

Hey hey, what else we be hangin' (???) swingin' like swordplay, all day,

all day, what up

That Vulcan grip is my forté, that Vulcan grip is my forté

My forté

A mind that’s like (???) remind it to proceed (proceeded)

Scatterbrained, rearranging parts to obtain

Overcame the worst in (???)

I kill the beat and then I leave that knife in (knife in)

My condolences I leave in writing

Decrying with the words tryna beat the giant

Violence raised full force but you keep denying

My alliance won’t be moved, we just keep supplyin'

Words like therapy for needy clients

I fly over, I can see climate

Steady rollin' we defeat the tyrant

Hey hey, what up, what you say, that Vulcan grip is my forté

Hey hey, what else we be hangin' (???) swingin' like swordplay, all day,

all day, what up

That Vulcan grip is my forté, that Vulcan grip is my forté

My forté

Uh, look, I elevate with my regiment, measurements couldn’t hold us we focus on

self development (all day)

Not the pendant or where that pendulum hits (yeah)

We be like hawks flying' over you pelicans

Perilous times await

Invade your mind like a fleet of Romans

Roamin' around we defeat opponents

Potent with the wordplay, when it’s verb spray

Trust that we see the motive, hoping you can beat the slogan

I spit the coldest bars to keep me focused, flow stay real fluid you can peep

the?

soulful?

We’re not impressed by you posers, you left a better impression on your sofas

And for these slow cultures, you can’t catch my train of thought at the pace

you walk

So every day we head of them, and I’m telling' 'em

That we’re far from finished, cus' this is just scratching the surface like

it’s melanin

Hey hey, what up, what you say, that Vulcan grip is my forté

Hey hey, what else we be hangin' (???) swinging' like swordplay, all day,

all day, what up

That Vulcan grip is my forté, that Vulcan grip is my forté

My forté

My forté