Текст песни Chops f Phil Da Agony, Ras Kass, Talib K - Comin from the Lower Level
Chops f Phil Da Agony, Ras Kass, Talib K - Comin from the Lower Level слова песни
[Phil Da Agony]Hard way o` livinTake it one day at a timeCombine all the thoughts from the mindSee through y`all like a Australian hundredPeople still buzzin off the first single bluntedLyrics like a mazeThe beat`ll just keep you enrouteSo y`all can just party ya way outDevelopin at the houseSo when it comes time for me to put it outI get my point off what I`m aboutFamily firstDepictin every word on my verseTo be the best weapon on earthI`m steppin on turfSymbolizin makin it workNetwork, the date on my shirtPrayin it worksIf I die my lyrics are legibleSomebody read `emCuz somebody in this world need `emFeed `em to the hungryEducate all the people amongst meSpread `em all across the whole country[Hook][Ras Kass]YeahRas gladiate fowlaImma die through valhallaSlappin sixteen pimps like baguettes with baby powderHow high is elevation?Depends on the mindHow much is too much?Depends on the crimeNine to the ten, (and) eight to the nineMy ho`s rate like television networks prime timeMy whole state asks me to stand on my shouldersTell ya soldiers we be bold like yo shanoyaHold ya damn phoneThey puttin bb, jay, shyne, and biggie on the same songWith p diddy, lil zane, ja rule, and tupacIf this truth fits, wear it biter, and through the socks (nigga)Phil the agony, ras kass, kweliI fuck with hos from videos not then again I readRespect ya for not me I be superficialMoney, hos, and clothes, then let death kiss you[Hook][Talib Kweli]YeahI write rhymes on backpedals of dusted carsTrust these bars to get high enough to touch the starsMy dreams far to big for a boxI rock harder than fiends leanin on ya blockSteamin on some chocolate paper filled with the greatestAnd got the latest devices on my headIt`s all here as far as this rap shitI let y`all niggaz argue about who the nicestSet my watch to crisisFundraise stack papers like isisTwice as much you wanted first is what you getYa boy kwa about to let you forgetDon`t hold ya breathThis the whole enchiladaMy flow`s hottaAnd blows spotsa (sssssss)Like soldiers lookin for osamaGo harder to the paint of stained glass artistsLacin the chapel with bitches and papel saintsYall ain`t natural, y`all sweet like snapple drinksThis battle see what the big apple thinkWe hotter than bein on the beatTo cali with minxYou on a brink