Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: CipherНазвание : DuesДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hardcore metalcore ambient political new age Видео:
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Verse 1: My point of views through payin` dues Using microphones set it off like the fuse in the Cipher zone As I`m tellin` crews be gellin` Rhymes blow your outter skeleton if your styles relevent You know the flavor I gets deep like the grave Headcracks I gave when tomahawk like a Brave Now I`m paid in the trade like Special Ed Got It Made Some conquer slave along the way sprayed like Raid In 92 I spent my days in the YMCA Freestyling while I cut the cross fade like a blade Stayed off the stage writting page after page Now I blast like a guage twisting raps like braids Laid stunts like I forgot, blunts got me all high Hittin` stick after stick as I kick back Acting like you run shit, rappin` all that dumb shit You ain`t the first one to brag about your fuckin` guns kid Uzis and toolies they just don`t impress Whoole under the best bless let`s my brain arrest stress And that`s the test act like you got a clue If you`re new on the set don`t forget to pay dues Hook: "I pay dues" "We work hard" "Payin` dues" "I pay my dues and shit" - Guru (x4) Verse 2: Now I`m on the come up no need to run up with your gun up From sun up to sun down I run sounds The rap race is mad fucked up MC`s act stuck up but get they cars plugged cause they shit is butt I bust rough cuts and never trust promoters at a show They stack doe and try to stake me off the cash flow Assholes be like "Yo know you got`s to pay dues" Fuck that I slay crews since days of 1982 You could never catch me empty handed at the mic stance Understand I`m fed flippin` like tails and head Born dead of the coffin known for droppin` non stoppin` schemes Hit your spleen box and leave you fiendin` for oxygen Rockin` `em in Boston cause yo we ain`t soft when I blow spots off Then step collect my props and be out with the skins or punany Styles get deeper split the beaver Hit the cheeba sip a liter of Tequila I need a break gettin` tired of makin` demo tapes Wating for papes fills my mind state with hate I create since the days of the Cameo fame So don`t come running up askin` about the dues I`ve paid | Похожие исполнители:
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