Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: KishНазвание : Crates to ConcreteДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : canadian power metal hip-hop canadian music where are they now Видео:
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kids cut class but I`d be rappin` in my high school bathrooms clap boom with freestyle and mix while thick tiles, reviberatin` sounds I kicks wild whatever worked I rearanged it right puttin` my brain in tight flows remanined in night mode, it strained til light glows til sunrise, burnin` my eyes til I`m close so I finished it right, yo put up the mic, ah one two, check it check and yo don`t step I keep my memory set maintained and do I screwed up to get ahead, but like my man said it`s gonna turn from green to red so bring the breaks for the lyrics tapes so they can hear it thinks they don`t fear it wait til they can clear it with tapes and the emcee at the mix shows thinkin` in quick flows, I`m waitin` for my chance to flip pros save the drama for your baby mama I wrote a comma at the end of ninety one, I`m back to bomb ya kid you better come correct to streets save the week, cause we`re brining it from crates to conctete [Chorus] we`re bringing it from crates to concrete we`re bringing it from crates to concrete we`re bringing it from crates to concrete give me the breaks and beats for the streets we`ll bring it back from the crates to concrete I defended my skills on the down low some clowns, so I ain`t about to be seen all around yo I kick up beats like cleats, fill sheets iller than freaks on backstage pass after me cause emcees cats get blasted when I`m on it and I`m swift flippin` all that jazz like Harry Connick I`m cool like that, like mitts, like traps by Prince you`re just a rapper, they can`t catch hints here`s the flavor they favor, bringin` somethin` to save ya they go about the album to play ya forget the running your rep you wanna mess your step why? I`m burning up your house like Left Eye now that your hip I`m a be sendin` a burrage of quickness I`m plantin` the mic like camaflouge witness arrival of the kid with the microphone fitness representin` mad hit when I kick this sicken` of you and your crew hits your town with the funk the four corners and bump to the sound spinnin` the older, bringin` brand new beats so here`s a peice of how we`re doin` it from crates to concrete [Chorus] so Supreme set it off from the get go and I`m a let go, lyrics is gettin` pep on a chump like a step show for ready and all I wouldn`t sweat `em, because I flip `em like a Mary Louette so just forget `em and I`ll be up on my mans block, and briniging on the knots for sure shots that`s hittin` the record spots and it`s fuckin` real enough to clear then it`s the four by four fuck, the punp for the year the better, the metter, the better forget about all it because I paid my six so you can just go dis be a fake ditch`ll get you raped with theft now they`re beggin bootleggers for records I got left so I`m a give up somethin` of props to every track with a needle keepin` up with the beats and the people to leave you sayin` where have the days went to swearin` it`s lost to wanna be starin` at pavement so check it I let it show for the dopes and the clones so let me scheme this, speed knots, and box til they bleedin` you just remember who was playin` for the keeps cause you sleep, I`m bringin` it back from the crates to concrete [Chorus] | Похожие исполнители:
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