Текст песни Darc Mind f Vultcha - On the Ropes
Darc Mind f Vultcha - On the Ropes слова песни
You on the ropes son, got you stunned, the bell rung And we the champions, pass the belt, we just won Ain`t no decisions, hands down, no eight count Yo` position, prostrate and laid out[Kev Roc]Aww yeahhBeans and biscuits, I eat it every dinnerCompact the stresses of daily deep in my innerBreath a psalm of hatred your photo up on my vanityBorderline I hold for total focus to insanityTempt I often let it come brush up then I deny yaHold my stamina to damage a flurry and as you tireall I ever been is I weather you best, and peep my shotCounter, lacing basic combination make your speaker popA.M., the marketplace I put in double roadworkDrivin as I`m livin correct and right as you sold dirtill scientific, I school and rule the newestG.M. Web Dee, he mix it like he Panama LewisI got the Eye of the Tiger, combatin on the verbal tipvent with hook and verse show no mercy kick back and herbal itStrike out the mic-er, all in the way you gerbils getshoulderin my chip know me ripper from all the herbs I split You on the ropes son, got you stunned, the bell rung And we the champions, pass the belt, we just won Ain`t no decisions, hands down, no eight count Yo` position, prostrate and laid out {repeat 2X}[Vultcha]This verse born in the nest, East New York, Falcon CrestMere mortal this galaxy`s champion`ll put you to the testLike studies on paranormal activity, I warn yalike allergic reactions, you`re pregnant, up in this gameAnd dialatin with your money caught in contract-ionsPromoters teachin math on how your check become a fractionYou flappin at the lip and migratingYou talkin shhh on this micSpiritually constipatin, while I`m hungry for the beltlike Galactus, on your local constellationsWhen you see me play like you monk, no conversationDon`t even blink like a con out of the caveYou got to "pardon" my convictionIf looks could kill, I`m servin life bids for screwfacinIs that blood? Don`t worry about that, red stuff, you started tastinI`m like a chef, just cookin, and your teeth need some bastingAbout to put your consciousness on vacationYou tracks to mine, pale in comparison like a caucausian so embarassin You on the ropes son, got you stunned, the bell rung And we the champions, pass the belt, we just won Ain`t no decisions, hands down, no eight count Yo` position, prostrate and laid out {repeat 2X}*bell rings, crowd is cheering*[Kev Roc]Yeah.. uh-huh, told you, yeahHow did you get here? I know that`s what you`re thinkinSalty leak, a trickle of blood you`re steady drinkinUppercut to bolo L1-ing ya son, I clobber loudThrough the leather you feel me I slap your slobber outNeedles in the thumb of my globe, Dunn I ain`t fuckin witchaBoxcutter blooded I flurry up in that ass I getchaSynapse choked like inhalin blunt smokeVerbal barrage vowed, let that fucker provoke[Vultcha]I send you snakes back to hades gates pointed tail between your legsBeggin for a garrison, bring ALL your mensSteppin up like you a six you get eclipsed by the sevenYou can take a third of my boys I`ll STILL smack you out my heavenIt`s all scrimmage, I break your tackleYou stoned like Medusa sniffin `caine in the mirrorSon you a statue, just like a 3-D porno comin at youThe Vultcha`s like a pokemon with AIDS, better pray that I don`t catch you You on the ropes son, got you stunned, the bell rung And we the champions, pass the belt, we just won Ain`t no decisions, hands down, no eight count Yo` position, prostrate and laid out {repeat 4X}