Lyrics Archive: CHRONIKILL- “Punched In The Mouth”- Krewe D’Etat
So, in an attempt to try and go a whole day without saying anything negative (in my blog, mind you) I decided to post the lyrics to "Punched in the Mouth" (off our first CD "Krewe D’Etat") which was the song that first made Chronikill famous.
A lot of people think we first blew up with "Slick Rick", and I’m not sure of the actual time line or what was first but "Punched" is the first song we did that I felt was "unfuckwitable" (which was also a phrase I invented around the same time, which has been jacked over and over). The hook I wrote back in 2001 and the track was recorded in early 2002. I "know" Cyphers verses to this, however I’m not going to attempt to transcribe them from memory.
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Intro: (Cypher) "N-Y to N-O-D, N-Y to N-O-D, N-Y to O-D, N-Y to O-D, any why to OD?"
(Rox) "All you motherfucking bitches out there don’t even realize how fucking sweet shit really is, I’m coming for you son. I’ll take that silver spoon out ya’ mouth, file it down and shank you with it."
Verse 1, ROX
"It went from survive and reproduce to get high with girls that we seduce/
This is your last meal, the feast of fools/
It’s never peace to crews, crusade the least to lose/
Rep, life, jewelry…. mc’s can Choose/
They Own Adventures, I’m sinning boldly with no repentance/
Making your every sentence seem senseless/
You need practice flossing like a dentists apprentice/
The situation tense as the present tense is, fenced in/
Smoking weed in public places, running streets blatant/
It’s sacrilege, but every sack I twist seems sacred/
My minds spacious; a mansion situated on obscene acres/
My teams flavor? Just hope that a hope and a dream save ya/
We don’t need no more jaded optimists without a pot to piss, your picture of reality gets doctored quick/
Confident ROX’ll rip some proper shit, the first handed when I document, I’m living live from the apocalypse/
Hook:
For years, I been running around with some of the sound from under the ground/
When suddenly now you uttered it loud in front of a crowd like frontings allowed/
For years, I been running around with some of the sound from under the ground/
When suddenly now you uttered it loud in front of a crowd like frontings allowed/
Do you really want to know why you get punched in mouth?/
Son do you really want to know why you get punched in the mouth?/
(Cypher raps for a bit)
(hook again)
ROX: Acting silly with static, fucking with Phillie Fanatics/
I got mad addicts in my attic who not homeless just nomadic/
Your flow had it, its so tragic our dope status got pro patented/
our songs phatten ’till dawn cracking so we coasting like no traffic/
(hook again)
www.chronikill.com -don’t get punched in the mouth
