Chea.
Whas good.
The name is Helmz.
I stay reppin Pittsburgh... 412 ALL day everyday.
I'm workin on my sixth album, iss called Knowledge is Money.
It should be out by the end of October.
Play the music.
The first couple songs are the newest shit.
Get @ me on myspace too.
www.myspace.com/helmzisgod
Story behind the song
The beat motivated me.
Lyrics
If you turn around I'ma be right there
In ya blood, sweat, tears, and ya nightmares
Blinded by the light that got you sight scared
Go against Helmz, ha how you gonna fight fear?
Leave up to me and I'll beat you in a battle
Heat drew and I'm glad to, creepin in ya shadows
Watchin you, learning you, offensive mechanisms
Tossin em', wreckin em', it got you wishin differences
Get cake in this rap, you always fakin that act
Go against me or my team and I'm breakin ya back
Laugh at this cat, you'll get scraped that's a fact
You goin down if you ever is mistaken me wack
I don't do things the right way I always play left
Catch wind of my success comin from a stray breath
I fathered the fathers you could say I make vets
I don't break promises, nope I break necks
(Hook)
Throw rocks at ya frame if you taunting my name
Ghostin it supposin shit I'm hauntin this game
Locked up wit rage, non stop wit the craze
Your level to mine nope you not in the same
I need fresh material been around for so long
But if you think I'ma quit you clowns are so wrong
Murkin cats on tracks my style is so strong
So if you see me on the street just smile and move on
You gone quit playin like you queers is credible
You just ain't nowhere near my pedestal
Pedestrians splash water I clear the well
Pimple cream on my tracks this shit is clear-as-hell
Punchline to punchline watch me move to lead next
Put more cats underground than buryin dead pets
Lines of fire rhymes wit fire that heat be burnin
So if you gon turn around 360 keep on turnin
(Hook)
Rhymes burnin down the block you turn around in shock
Got enough fire in me to murk a thousand drops
Listen up this is Helmz don't speak when I talk
Cause I got the street on my side just like a sidewalk
Cats is shook wit fear when they look in here
Like no Helmz please don't look in here
Since I came on the spot I had this game on the lock
They recognize greatness you lame when you drop
You ain't a rapper man, it's a shame that you pop
Claim the thug life but it's strange that you not
Have to start your own record label just to get signed
Your mom screamin in tracks she ain't lettin you rhyme
Say you got some guns but we ain't stressin a nine
Cause at the end of the day your rhymes are lesser than mine
Tracks that I drop got no limit to damage hoes
And yall know I won't drop a subliminal, Angelo
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