Notion - Training - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

13.12.2013

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Uh.. Lets go! Hook: I said there's no time to sit around, I dont give a shit about What you're considered now, there's no way to figure out... Blood, sweat, spillin' out, love, hate, in & out Love that feelin now, Notion original Excuse me please, now what were you expectin'? An instant fan, when i grabbed your attention So, we lacin' weapons in this session to kill The way we reppin', don't give us a second to chill… (its real) Verse: (wat up yall?), they call me Nosh dog, maybe because the flows cold I even get bitches panties wet, from a phone call "Nosh" im the man of the moment, while you standin there dormant & realisin' that you got no supporters, you a "joke" (Pfft..) shit.., man, do you seein what im coping wit On my Kid Cudi Day n Nite, lonely stoner shit (zone quick,) catch me wit a chick, watchin' porno flicks Rod stiff as a log, dog, chickies adore the dick New comers, overlook it, try the play the rules Get me in they trainin' dude &, let me explain it to em I'm so potent, & still so focused Put my time in, & now i startin' chargin' for my dopeness Give a fuck what ya spit about, provide shit to think about Im the new era, of this Hip Hop digi-tal I beg ya fine pardon, listen up clear Emcees fear, coz real artists rockin' this year, & there's.. (16) Hook: No time to sit around, I dont give a shit about What you consider now, there's no way to figure out... Blood, sweat, spillin out, love, hate, in & out Love that feelin now, Notion origi-nal Excuse me please, now what were you expectin'? An instant fan, when i grabbed your attention So, we lacin' weapons in this session to kill The way we reppin', don't give us a second to chill… (its real) Verse 2: As soon as I launch off, you pussies get all soft You ignorance cause y'all, to dwindle & fall off, coz dog We the illest spit, wit pure magnificence You sure lack vision kid, you failure to listen is The reason that you fallin' behind We cryin' sweatin', bleedin' every season we blowin' ya mind & still marchin in time, & kill for scrilla at the drop of a dime If im dropping a roach, that'll be the only way im dropping a dime, (8) But this a gem, written down with poisonous pens The how-to training', composin' like Thelonious man.., I ain't goin for broke, i got my eyes on the bonuses man Y'all, know what it is, I know the price, but im hopin to bid Uh, we got this rap game open as shit So far back, her ribs are cracked, this bitch doin the splits Okay, victory dance, doggie blaze the L Copy & I headed for Plat Plus, like we Kane & L, this is training'… Hook: No time to sit around, I dont give a shit about What you consider now, there's no way to figure out... Blood, sweat, spillin out, love, hate, in & out Love that feelin now, Notion origi-nal Excuse me please, now what were you expectin'? An instant fan, when i grabbed your attention So, we lacin' weapons in this session to kill The way we reppin', don't give us a second to chill… (its real) Verse 3 - Copywrite: The bigger the budget, the wacker the rapper I know magic, I'll have your cadaba, go abracadabra Rabbit out the hat trick, I meant, trick out the rabbit No gas in the Volkswagen, go, gift-mount for cabbage Only spitter alive's, when they give him a 5 In Source, he's written in twice, saying it was a bribe, (of course) Draw before you eyes, play Pictionary Real my skill to zero beneficiary, reload get the clip & hurry Drop Ohio bars, at CO Penitentiary, life sentences with the chance of ..?? 30 seconds I murder em, 30 seconds into the words on the second ad-lib track Before I spit the sentence, get a reverend pass those back Gesundheit this a blessing, this the section where I lift the sweatshirt & you glimpse the weapon Bookin', sweeten', textin' your next of kin 'fo you get to steppin' I'll axe your skin like a Mexican with a scissored weapon Hook: No time to sit around, I dont give a shit about What you consider now, there's no way to figure out... Blood, sweat, spillin out, love, hate, in & out Love that feelin now, Notion origi-nal Excuse me please, now what were you expectin'? An instant fan, when i grabbed your attention So, we lacin' weapons in this session to kill The way we reppin', don't give us a second to chill… (its real)
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