Lyrical Lullaby feat. Savage C, Andre Nickatina

歌詞

(feat. Savage C) [Savage-C:] A whole defensive line couldn't stop my rhymes, I leave tricks flatlined with columbine lines And crack spines, I leave mics numb with morphine, Your team could step and get blazed like nicotine, Burned like gasoline in the tank of my beam, Sunk like submarines while I fuck a marine, I'm A Team, about to blow up like caroseen, My flows is hittin like a pipe with no smokescreen More lines than magazines, droppin verses like fumbles ... I turnbuckles in lyrical royal rumbles While you bitches stumble, we shake em like runnin backs Kickin up more dust than Carl Lewis runnin track My flash then Kodak, kickin lip when I'm pimpin, Bustas could'ntsee me with mothafuckin restrictions I pop the clip in for suckas who start friction To keep you bustas movin like this was an eviction [Andre Nickatina:] I'm from "don't five a fuck dot com" I spit these raps like two gats plus the holy Qur'an It's essential I bust like a block monsta, Duck low from the blaze of this helicopta Like Agatha Christie, you're dyin a mystery, Because these streets are real, seriously Buggs Bunny mothafuck you know who I am, Rap gun slanger yo Simity Sam Yo, spicy like Cajun rice, cold as ice You rev like the Dodge Daytona with the pipes My empires strikes back for tigas and Jedis Lyrics that kill rhymes, 2 to the 4 5 My soul is the soul of a replicon, Decepticon, and you ain't even met Shere Khan Cause I'll bounce you like a Polo stick off a brick, Then lose you in the smoke of the cannabis Yo, the popeye crooked eye, strapped with a alibi The only MC to shoot you a lullaby Darth Vader force, of course, round the neck MC slugs, of course, round the chest This is how we blaze for Jah, rock your Kah And tell those freaks to, yeah, drop your brah The pisces killa whale is like a diary And I'm a boss at what I do, you can't fire me [Savage-C:] I grab the mic and spit flows til I decompose, I been screamin "fuck the hos" since I was an embryo And fuck the radio, I'm stayn strictly underground And, Fuck a trick, I wouldn't save a bitch if she was drownin 2 10s poundin in my 325 Rippin 10 times 65, combined with 4 and 5 Comin straight from the west like a south paw crackin jaws, A player with a bigger sack than Santa Claus My shits raw, that's why I'm bout ta blow like land mines Equipped with more lines than the New York Times My rhymes is dope like a syringe of heroin Cause I got my shit together like Siamese twins You fake like a mannequin, your flows ain't tight Bitch ass MC's could'ntsee me in daylight And this collaboration, is for a classic compilation, 5-0s hatin, I'm hittin fences like immigration