Tekst piosenki
Yo, yo, yo, check it I make the past dash for the post to most indeed My dough speeds approve feed, what I believe top seed I write scrolls like Judei Sensei, my tongue real sharp On the target shit, that your mind can't shield Most can't feel, the appeal I set upon the mass Niggas speakin ?, one point seven grams of vocal hash I splash like Hank and Bank flows in many waters Shamed your game even before the fourth quarter My order is brief, I chant meaning for demeanor With my cleaner outlook, my moves advancin like a rook Took, time to design, but I incline, intertwine my Shit upon your mind, check, for my warnin signs cause I'm a hazardous graduate of the schools of fatness My inner flows like, water in a cactus But y'all can't see the science in this - I'm like The day you bought you first LP, from Kane or Blastmaster Kris Twist trees, the ordinary nig would never toke Well over here we catch a tree but overseas we catch a boat I wrote these degrees for the backpacks, travellin on foot The low Guess sag, Walkman and a notebook And Goddesses with their ear to the norm Cause the new generation got this whole shit wrong.. Who's the fool? My tools only used to bring elaborate Shit on ?, activist servin my addicts (why?) Fuck up those who dance by chance a champ be fly Smack that ass that go by and she won't ask me why I'm tokin never gun totin I'm potent with the word spoken Leak the speak nigga, pass that, you're chokin With a minimum dose, toast for taste, for your liking in advance Enhance thoughts so, comp take a chance In my world, only the true stand in my circumfrence They're bumpin shit, with lyrics so much they're mad abundence I'm like the first Dutch of your day, Sensai I'm rallyin carry the load, as my pen explode My tech shows no weakness, behold my uniqueness Daily Rap News messenger, Under Pressure I raise the stakes on fakes like chips to, a gambler You're catchin my phrase like, I passed to Wes Chandler My style not the R&B code, but the true category Concoting flows in Dexter's Laboratory Switching up styles like teams of Robert Horry It'll take me days to tell my tales of fame and glory Been down long roads leadin through, the Swiss Alps Where every chick in town got blonde hair in they scalp What I'm about, is still refreshin your mind, guys are blind Cause what you find is the shit, is the downfall of rapkind Askin the same question, all the time whassup with yo' shit? Yo sit back and focus, beginners notice: My speech is never an impediment Always a step of it to show I have intelligence So, MC El Da Sensei, O-U-T For the nine-eight season we be, out..
Tłumaczenie
Brak

Najnowsze teksty piosenek

Sprawdź teksty piosenek i albumy dodane w ciągu ostatnich 7 dni