Myke Charles - The Mourning - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Verse 1: FL] I’m from the city of the snow The skinny is my city is unknown But if sadiddy what you thinking Then I’m thinking that you’re thinking really slow ‘Cause superstars be getting bodied Bottles be getting thrown And I wrote this on the road But I bring home into the mix When I be getting in my zone ‘Cause I just know that we the shit We don’t represent no coast But when we on the fuse it lit ‘Cause bitch we all about to blow I know you seen all of that press T-minus 1 we lifted off into the blogosphere Thought we broke the ceiling Not knowing the top was tiered Focused in on my soul within Just to block the fear And overcame it, I can’t explain how we got to here I hear them shots so indirect, need to aim better Your ignorance, is equaling you a lame nigga I’m impactful; all I got is some change nigga You got the game sewn up? Well all I came with is…scissors [Verse 2: Samir (of The reMINDers)] We black Gold Mineral you find in the Congo Straight path shahadah subliminal logo No need for iPhone to be mobile yea we global with the People support, from Festivals to airports Un-stoppable power, unique pace and work ethic Final hour we seek race and merk addicts Rhyme like 89 shine with militant minds Eyes on the prize while they eyes watching mine look [Verse 3: Aja (of The reMINDers)] Envious eyes, ain't no disguising what they aiming at Glance at my success they get depressed so now they claiming that Heard their worthless words so I know what these herbs is playing at They yearn to strike a nerve, but I'm numb to dumb so save it Jack Told you cats a long time ago there ain't no stopping this Pride like cyanide that's probably burning they esophagus I know it hurts, so here's a sweet treat to soothe the scars Double stacked Kit Kats I break ‘em off in 8 bars (Black) [Verse 4: Myke Charles] My hustle unstoppable Bring trouble that's off with you Bumba clot...put these crabs in a boil pot jambalaya Flow cold, that's probably flu Lay low, a nigga can't be seen Your shorty a jump-off And man I bet that trampoline When we come through for that jungle green Shit that look like school's out Look like there's a zoo loose I got too many screws loose You can't hang, get a new noose For that scratch I'm corner pocket pimp Call me a pool cue I’m too cool I'm in a grind, I'm getting mine I'm finna shine, you niggas bronze They too sweet, they clementine’s Peel off on the beat, I go lemon rinds It's dinner time and I'm famished Simmer down god damn it Real niggas is talking And they better learn they manners I'm from a different planet They say I'm missing brain cells And I coast up on the track, train rail See yeah, everything ain't black and white You thinking in grey scale I'm all about my greenery They need a change of scenery Effective immediately I beat an emcee repeatedly With a piece of defective machinery Beast on a beat I'm just what you expect to see If you were sleeping on me, I'm collecting a fee For you even dreaming you better than me ‘Cause see I'm a letter be-header A through Z I'm a shred with this rhetoric Perfected more clever than ever It’s A level that you ain't contesting A blessing to deal with this stress, shit Why they keep trying to test him? Huh? Hey man where did everybody go? Yeah we gon' get you in the morning nigga (In the morning nigga) Yeah and we gon' catch you in the morning nigga (In the morning nigga) And we gon' kill 'em all (kill 'em all) So go ahead and start the mourning nigga (x2)
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