Текст песни Abstract Rude - Come On
Abstract Rude - Come On слова песни
Ugh, ugh, scorpion sting crushA.T.U. with DJ EQ Come on [scratched] "Come on" Come on, "Come on" Scorpion sting crush Come on, "Come on" Butterfly wing dust, scorpion sting crush Lion tough, lion roughCOME ON, follow and burrow and biteI`ma twirl the line when you cross and my phenomenon strikesTomorrow tonight like it`s the Armageddon fightThe bomb in my book, drop it when I`m ready to writeIt truly run through me, like the blood`s in my penand the ink`s in my veins while I`m thinkin these thangsGot my brain overloaded oftenMy life gotta change before I go to my coffinNot in the game for sortin, we offer the pain of lossesHope I ain`t the end to pallbearBecause many are slain, I`m cautiousI`m tryin to refrain from nightmareI`m wakin in cold sweats, I eliminate stress to my own best abilityNone of you rappers shiver me timbersWhat if a fashion statement Ab makes em remember`Stract Rude with the massive agenda Come on, "Come on" I said come on, "Come on" Come on, "Come on" scorpion sting crush Come on, "Come on" scorpion sting crushShadowbox, hit the punch bag, acceptorWon`t win battlin, Tribe Unique`s got wetterWho that sayin the Ab ain`t gainin the gameThey`re mistakin identity and blasphemy of my nameBreakin your energy field, lion untamedSmartest of the artists, hardest of thugs gettin gameLike mobbers were marching that Malcolm X-type painFill out the carcass with heavy blood flow, slainGotta rhyme for each kind in your crewor any other solo appearance you might doToo tight to go against, to the severity of your punishmentreflects the gravity of the offenceHeavy casualties, my battles be intense (ugh)Your lyrical obituary reads that of the eventsthat took place, I gave chase, you couldn`t save faceWhat a disgrace, that`s what makes great heavyweights Come on "Come on" Come on, "Come on" scorpion sting crush Come on "Come on" Come on, "Come on" scorpion sting crushYou could train five miles on an exercise bikebut you couldn`t gain my styles, we the flexin em typeThough I appear docile, I know when to get hypeYou wanna make me hostile on the radio micAnd when I`m in person it`s worst, my no rehearsin, free versinAnd it hurts when I let my jagged edged words disperseYou won`t get a word in edge, why? Cos I served ya firstYou can second guess and live to rhyme, what`s your purpose on Earth?Well I write in cursive and print, and jot down in my padToss out your turf in the war, til you throw out the white flagSurrender contender, when I chop your lumbar say "Timber!"And I got your number, 17th of November, I take you underMy inner eye, a thunder remembers like elephantswith big trunks and big tusks, big topics to discussButterfly wing dust, scorpion sting crushLion tough, lion rough, alrightMass Men, A.T.U. with DJ EQ "Come on" Come on "Come on" I said come on "Come on" I said come on, scorpion sting crushScorpion sting crushCome on! Scorpion sting crushA.T.U. with DJ EQSound, right, reasoningYeah