Add-2 - Set It Off - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

27.08.2015

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[Produced by 9th Wonder] Part 1 [Verse 1] This is the moment you’ve been waiting for Flow cold, nigga what you skatin’ on? Hot as hell, I could make you feel like you in Satan’s home Locks on the locks, drops for my drops Who I’m s’possed to call? I need cops for the cops FTP these pigs can't kill me Still so sick, no pill can heal me Me no run, one test and feel free I paint saints gone in the wind, I drew breeze We be in the league, city under siege Ain’t no competition, yea I’m in another league I feel for all who’s tryna keep up with me You get dragged so much you could date Mister Cee Songs that I write, wrongs and the rights All so dope, you could sell it to the hypes Picture worth a thousand words, blind sayin’ “what a sight” Add kill the verse, girls say I give ‘em life [Hook] Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? In the cut Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, set it off 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, set it off Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? In the cut Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) [Verse 2] Yo, hate to pop your balloon But your favourite rapper’s a coon You hear the things that he spit? Well really if he keep it real, then really then he like a snitch, right? Rappers that you praise and the ones that you put your faith in I listen to their verses and it sound like an affidavit I be losin’ my patience like doctors that couldn’t save theirs Came into this game, they complainin’ that I don’t play fair We be bringin’ rides to your hood like it was a state fair Wait there, spittin’ all this dope you swore there’s weight there Say you paintin’ pictures, I’m lookin’ at you with blank stares You ain’t killin’ nothin’, your verses just learned to play dead Pop, pop, lights out, bet they wild out Put ‘em in a hole they can’t climb out Tell your coach call a time-out I be goin’ dumb, dumb, dumb like my mind out [Hook] Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? In the cut Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? In the cut Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) [Verse 3] They givin’ cats wings for a pair of fly shoes Better find God ‘fore them bullets find you Shooters takin' shots like an alcoholic looter Takin’ out them young men, them guns like cougars Somebody tell the radio I’m here to free the slaves Tell your television yea, I'm here to free the slaves Better know that man great, haters can’t stand me I’m sayin’ “psssh” like Will and Jazz’s handshake Fans want that feelin’ of that Tribe Called Quest And still miss the feelin’ of that guy called West Well tell 'em church back, stayin' on my job watch me work that Hungry, I don’t have time for the thirst track Fuck rap, this a manifesto for the black man Rollin' in the whip, whippin' master with the left hand Southside Chi-Town, my town, ride hol' up Like a hold up, hands up, high, high [Hook] Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? In the cut Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? In the cut Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? In the cut Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? In the cut Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) Part 2 The kid workin’ like child labor Rarely see my face like the neighbor of Tim Taylor The prodigal son probly the product what sin made us A problem that’s been major, I’m big baby, like Glen Davis You dictators are dick takers, when Add spittin’ that shit It’s stronger than Vick’s Vapor I’m killin’ all of your dogs, call it a Vick favor No shots to chasers, we are stayin’ where the shots chase us May God save us I’m pourin’ liquor for rappers, heard your verse and I’m laughin’ Hit the track and I’m lappin’, you niggas talk about fashion You need to come out the closet like hangers, can’t hang with us Fake bitches and money’s all that the fame get us Gettin’ all in your feelings, you better call you a dentist You know the drill, niggas ain’t fuckin’ with us On spacebars, you push keys, see there’s a big difference A deaf man told me, homie, niggas never listen A project got flows, this shit is just like a tenement Put it out on the street, like it ain’t pay the rent Should I stay militant or try to break the glass where the ceiling is? A catch 22, catching Emmitt Smith, nigga that’s the realest shit The lines needed, but the hooks is what’s reelin’ in I got it from my aunt when we was fishing It works for this rap world I’m livin’ in Swimmin’ in sin, how can you drown without stepping foot in the water? Pardon while I part it like a barber makin’ cuts, like a coach nigga See my approach nigga? Think we close then I’m ghost nigga Nigga, they jaws dropping, no scissors, paper, I still rock ‘em The door closed, no car locking Nigga my flow clean so stop mopping Drunk with power, go off a bar like we bar hoppin’, nigga I’m from a place where they throw bullets and catch cases Thirty livin’ with moms, playin’ a PlayStation In the basement, my homie ask “When you get famous What you doin?” I told him “fucking Sanaa Lathan” He told me “Homie keep your head up, never let up Chase dreams, not the cheddar, fuck the setup Watch these niggas that you should be ahead of Money ain’t everything, it could make it better” Keep it in perspective, niggas make records breakin’ records Changin’ then they stay reckless Remember as a shorty lookin’ up to the niggas on the radio Now I’m gettin’ older and I’m wonderin’ where the hell they go Step inside the booth, sad truth for the day Is either you a legend or you fade, nigga Either you a legend or you fade (or you fade, or you fade…) [Outro] When you come from nothing and have nothing You value everything that you don’t have
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