Saint T - Lincoln Burrows Lyrics

I come through like Lincoln Burrows
Use brute force
Two red fists while his bro starts coding
Now he’s looking all morse
Brain like man but a body like Hercules
So he’s looking all poisoned
Then he comes through the pugna artes
So he’s looking all boiling
Reboots done but I’m back
You know I spit fire when I burn up the track
I don’t defend man I’m all out attack
I’m Michael Scofield, cuz I’m breaking through the cracks
Spin mans head, Holloway like Max
Try fight back, error like syntax
Looking through the bible, dear god like Dax
Call me Linc, breaking glass with an axe
You won’t win
Stepping up to me man that’s a sin
Bullet in your head
Lose the evidence
Pick up your body and I’ll place it in the bin
I’m gonna break out this ain’t no break in
Respect me cuz you know I’m money making
Separate lanes, ain’t no overtaking
Music hits so hard that it’s got my body shaking
You can blame it on the pills that I’m taking
Xanax cuz I gotta mend the aching
I describe my songs as breathtaking
Japanese song cuz you know I’m groundbreaking
I’m Theodore Bagwell, reckless
I own Fernando Sucré’s necklace
Listen to my tracks and I guarantee like John Abruzzi, it’ll leave you breathless
I am the king at the top
Fuck that, I am the king of hip hop
Watch for reactions from my piers and all they say is this is a bop
Think this parts dope? Wait for the drop
Praise from fans pop up on desktop
It’s funny how I went from working in a shop
To my tracks being played inside of a rival shop
I come through like Lincoln Burrows
Use brute force
Two red fists while his bro starts coding
Now he’s looking all morse
Brain like man but a body like Hercules
So he’s looking all poisoned
Then he comes through the pugna artes
So he’s looking all boiling

I come through like Lincoln Burrows
Use brute force
Two red fists while his bro starts coding
Now he’s looking all morse
Brain like man but a body like Hercules
So he’s looking all poisoned
Then he comes through the pugna artes
So he’s looking all boiling
Reboots done but I’m back
You know I spit fire when I burn up the track
I don’t defend man I’m all out attack
I’m Michael Scofield, cuz I’m breaking through the cracks
Spin mans head, Holloway like Max
Try fight back, error like syntax
Looking through the bible, dear god like Dax
Call me Linc, breaking glass with an axe
You won’t win
Stepping up to me man that’s a sin
Bullet in your head
Lose the evidence
Pick up your body and I’ll place it in the bin
I’m gonna break out this ain’t no break in
Respect me cuz you know I’m money making
Separate lanes, ain’t no overtaking
Music hits so hard that it’s got my body shaking
You can blame it on the pills that I’m taking
Xanax cuz I gotta mend the aching
I describe my songs as breathtaking
Japanese song cuz you know I’m groundbreaking
I’m Theodore Bagwell, reckless
I own Fernando Sucré’s necklace
Listen to my tracks and I guarantee like John Abruzzi, it’ll leave you breathless
I am the king at the top
Fuck that, I am the king of hip hop
Watch for reactions from my piers and all they say is this is a bop
Think this parts dope? Wait for the drop
Praise from fans pop up on desktop
It’s funny how I went from working in a shop
To my tracks being played inside of a rival shop
I come through like Lincoln Burrows
Use brute force
Two red fists while his bro starts coding
Now he’s looking all morse
Brain like man but a body like Hercules
So he’s looking all poisoned
Then he comes through the pugna artes
So he’s looking all boiling