The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Look at me tell me what do you see
Middle class average man with a degree
How a cold flow spit blistering heat?
No one thought I could come in the clutch busting a beat
This motherf*ckin' anthem'll get ya pantin', on my f*ckin' beast mode like a black Panther
Stank to the (record scratch) Nasty gotcha makin' that stank face wordplay so dirty and Rancid
Johnny told me to drop the sauce, I can't, I'm on my ranch shit
Big plans play the hand that I'm dealt, Imma run this shit like Gambit
Gonna get nowhere by standing
I'm the tree trunk, y'all are the branches
I'm that Titan that you don't wanna clash with
It's that lighting in the bottle that I brandish
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Strike while the iron's hot
Imma keep fighting 'till I'm lyin' in the hands of God
Engage in beast mode, bust your ass, ain't no cheat codes
Climbing the top of the food chain to feast yo
Give my blood, sweat, and tears, conquer my ego
Shout to the ones... puttin' in work
Salute the ones... hittin' the turf
Stomp, hustle, roar, ruckus, push as hard as you can give 100
Swing batta batta swing swing batta, tell me now bad you motherf*ckers want it
Who's the one that's doing big numbers, no days off, fall through the summer
This the soundtrack of the second coming
Shaka, Mufasa, welcome to the jungle
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
StankNasty - Beast Mode Lyrics
StankNasty - Beast Mode Lyrics
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The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Look at me tell me what do you see
Middle class average man with a degree
How a cold flow spit blistering heat?
No one thought I could come in the clutch busting a beat
This motherf*ckin' anthem'll get ya pantin', on my f*ckin' beast mode like a black Panther
Stank to the (record scratch) Nasty gotcha makin' that stank face wordplay so dirty and Rancid
Johnny told me to drop the sauce, I can't, I'm on my ranch shit
Big plans play the hand that I'm dealt, Imma run this shit like Gambit
Gonna get nowhere by standing
I'm the tree trunk, y'all are the branches
I'm that Titan that you don't wanna clash with
It's that lighting in the bottle that I brandish
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Strike while the iron's hot
Imma keep fighting 'till I'm lyin' in the hands of God
Engage in beast mode, bust your ass, ain't no cheat codes
Climbing the top of the food chain to feast yo
Give my blood, sweat, and tears, conquer my ego
Shout to the ones... puttin' in work
Salute the ones... hittin' the turf
Stomp, hustle, roar, ruckus, push as hard as you can give 100
Swing batta batta swing swing batta, tell me now bad you motherf*ckers want it
Who's the one that's doing big numbers, no days off, fall through the summer
This the soundtrack of the second coming
Shaka, Mufasa, welcome to the jungle
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Look at me tell me what do you see
Middle class average man with a degree
How a cold flow spit blistering heat?
No one thought I could come in the clutch busting a beat
This motherf*ckin' anthem'll get ya pantin', on my f*ckin' beast mode like a black Panther
Stank to the (record scratch) Nasty gotcha makin' that stank face wordplay so dirty and Rancid
Johnny told me to drop the sauce, I can't, I'm on my ranch shit
Big plans play the hand that I'm dealt, Imma run this shit like Gambit
Gonna get nowhere by standing
I'm the tree trunk, y'all are the branches
I'm that Titan that you don't wanna clash with
It's that lighting in the bottle that I brandish
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Strike while the iron's hot
Imma keep fighting 'till I'm lyin' in the hands of God
Engage in beast mode, bust your ass, ain't no cheat codes
Climbing the top of the food chain to feast yo
Give my blood, sweat, and tears, conquer my ego
Shout to the ones... puttin' in work
Salute the ones... hittin' the turf
Stomp, hustle, roar, ruckus, push as hard as you can give 100
Swing batta batta swing swing batta, tell me now bad you motherf*ckers want it
Who's the one that's doing big numbers, no days off, fall through the summer
This the soundtrack of the second coming
Shaka, Mufasa, welcome to the jungle
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
The Nasty Anthem
Get ya hands up
You done put in that work
Here's your chance, get amped, stand up
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Beast mode, beast mode
Writer: Francis Stankowicz
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid