Текст песни Copywrite78 - Seven Light Years
Copywrite78 - Seven Light Years слова песни
When the mic is near me, you`ve got every right to fear meSo ahead of my time not even a psychic hears meWhen his hand drops my brain unlocksAnd you`re dodgin this insane assault, I wouldn`t entertain the thoughtBattle scars I`ll leave you stuck with itMy style`s like a pussy with AIDS, you don`t wanna fuck with itNon believers who won`t accept we`re the hottest, sleep on usAnd wake up in flamed tore up pajamasYour thought`s weak, move on, I change your heartbeat from twelve BPMs to the speed of a Luke songIf you even puke wrong your career`s sold I`m too strongI can hold Jupiter with my earlobesI`ll pull out some shit I wrote when I was seventeenit`s so ?impious? to shit you wrote a week agoI`m timeless, priceless; you rhymeless, miclessBottom line I`m the nicestMy I.Q. doubles when in times of crisisAnd my mind`s as sharp as this razor you bout to get sliced withAll day during eternity. Always"Copywrite seven eight" will echo through hells hallways(hook x`s 2)I came seven light years before the dark agesWith eight different infinite ways to spark stagesGot a nine man crew that controls the reignAnd the soul of every listener that knows my nameI posess what you stupid motherfuckers need to getIf it ain`t Megahertz or Weathermen it`s a piece of shitThe mic`s the worst solution to even thisCuz you`ll go through twice the persecution Jesus didI`ll step on stage with a black cape with a wack rhymeabout your fat dateAnd how I met your mommy on the chat lineThis fool Nelson will put you in a full nelsonLeave you layin face down in your stool yelpinA thousand of your fans ready to kill meAnd tell the sound man if he wants to jump in he can feel freeInstead of threats in your face I sprayed your ass to hellBlast myself and resurrected a day laterSo drop the mic this instantPocketknife to the throats of those that commitCopywrite infringementA sick twisted vengeance. I keep crackin on opponentsAnd sleep on more wrappers than the homelessDeliver constant misery. I don`t spit positivityI spit on positivity and send fakes to a grim fateLabels can drop me. I don`t give a shit, I`m in it to vent hateIf they`re dumb enough to sign me, greatGot a list of a hundred things I hateAnd you`re number one through ninety eightIf you hear an R&B bitch singing on my tape it`s cuzshe got a gallon of my semen clingin to her face(hook x`s2)There`s two type of emceesThose that wanna face me get hacked and failAnd those that have faced me can await a rematch in hellMy vocal tones pipe bomb your face inHold your own? You have trouble holding conversationsYou`re left with little to no airDuct tape your mouthLeave you upside down in the middle of nowhereShine like rays of sun. My brain`s a gunWhat you`re tryin to say in six bars I can explain in oneIt`s obvious my skull weighs a tonOver a billion gigabytes I download information fromI`ll pelt you clowns. Ugly as fuck plus timidThen melt you down and reconstruct y`all in my imageI ain`t spittin if the track ain`t hard hittinI don`t care if Premier, Mu Tao or Mozart did itI`m deep with a fistful of satireIt`s this type of trajectory that makes heat seeking missles backfireI show love to troops that I bombBy givin hugs to crews with nuclear armsI`m like Chuck Manson on tapeMy choruses are me givin my victims a chance to escapeThe raw phantom without a champion jaw is here to scaryour soft patterns with adamantium clawsMy mic will make your nerves acheMe comin off ain`t the issueI wasn`t screwed on right in the first place(hook x`s 2)