Roll With The Punches (Featuring Jack Shitt)

from Is This What You Want?! by My Son The Hurricane

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lyrics

Roll with the Punches. w/ Jack Shitt

v.1 Bergsma
I can feel it building up inside
It’s like we’ve been through this a dozen times
Right on sight, I knew it wasn’t alright, so tonight someone out there just might
Get COLD COCKED

Walk the line, peel back the fatty tissue
Loose the excess, make it official
Wishes turned fruition, & now you bitchin’ Intensions pushing pistons to the engine
Inventions that best suit the people
Nothing lethal, just illegal
Eyes thread without contact with the needle, stitching back some salad for a meal

v.2 Jack Shitt
I'm not the type to really get upset.
Pushin' yer luck but I ain't fed up yet.
Now get to steppin' 'cuz this pent up stress may test my threshhold and you just might get...
COLD COCKED!

Eat crow! Leave the murder for the pro's!
Foot in yer mouth. Eat your words. Learn to cope!
Eat yer heart out, foes, burn the rope at both ends. Hope less. Submerge yer boat!
Down it goes. Drown or don't. Ship sunken.
Butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach.
Gunna climb that slippery slope so get a grip 'cuz this ain't cliff jumpin'! Roll with the punches!

v.3 Bergsma
Swallow your pride our die under-developed
Bitter pill with a glass of shut the hell up
Sitting still with an elephant in the room
While skeletons in your broom-closet tell you what to do
Wash those hands, watch the dirt drain slowly
Chase that space at the base of trophy
Dosie-do toe to toe till the fun ends
Go with the flow, roll with the punches

Oh no, I think it’s happened again
I’ve gone and mis-placed my patience
But my expectations not to swim in sweat
So come correct or you just might get
Cold Cocked.

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from Is This What You Want?!, released April 26, 2017

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My Son The Hurricane Toronto, Ontario

My Son the Hurricane is a 14-piece brasshop funk beast with the mantra: anything worth doing is worth overdoing. Hailing from Niagara/Toronto, the band mixes New Orleans style grooves with funk, jazz and hiphop.