Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Hilltop HoodsНазвание : Laying the BlameДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop australian aussie hip-hop rap hip hop hip-hop australian aussie hip-hop rap hip hop Видео:
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I gave birth to half these styles, you should pay me rhyme support Like Billy Jean suing Michael Jackson for child support Rhyme is thought, what is it? Lethal, Damn you`ll get hurt Cos I XL like the tag on my shirt I`ll have these rappers easing back, rhyme with a swagger Feed your girl aphrodisiacs and hide your viagra If pain was diabetes, rhyme would be my insulin I`m taking out the insolent in an instant when They bring the rhyme I`ll battle if you wanna tussle A single line can turn that fatty matter into muscle You stagnate, while my rhymes circulate like rumours Your living proof that god has a sense of humour I`m butter made from the cream that came from the crop I`ll move the mountain to Mohammed scream my name from the top And proclaim what I got, boy, so give me headroom These clubs are full of more toys than spoilt kids bedrooms When I`m on stage I might lose my breath Cos I got so much heart that there`s no room in my chest Left for lungs, yes the bests yet To come, my rhymes like a hand around your neck Constricting your breathing like snakebites and beestings I`m all up in these arseholes faces like G-Strings I searched the world for opposition but I fear the Only competition I found was in a mirror [Verse Two - Pressure] When Pressure steps to the batters plate you salivate, known to captivate I have to break new barriers like when a chaste nun masturbates If one more critic asks me what I do, I`ll slap them mate And tell them I`m a rapper as I strap her up in gaffer tape Loudmouths make me wanna flip MCs only dream they got a grip, and wake up with their hand on their dick Honest, if they ride the nuts I tell the get off me Cos I`m unstable like a cradle bridge, so don`t cross me I`m highly explosive you`re a child playing with matches I break rappers you give hairline fractures These actors keep it real? You`re really wak it`s fact You spit one-liners while I spit the finest chapters Perhaps it`s time to retire the mic Like the Bulls should have done son, cos no-one wants to be like That anymore, cos nowadays you`re taken on a fantasy tour Of coke, guns and gold when they`re actually poor Factually flawed, yet entertaining I guess it how far we`re willing to go to satisfy a craving Make them swallow their tongues like epileptics Then I`ll respect it, I come clean as if my lube was antiseptic So blow me, you still couldn`t rhyme fresh I`m on a higher level of divineness, so call me your highness There`s only three things that are certain in life Death, taxes and Hilltop Hoods working the mic | Похожие исполнители:
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