Текст песни Kish - Crates to Concrete
Kish - Crates to Concrete слова песни
from my beginnings as a studio rap tuneskids cut class but I`d be rappin` in my high school bathroomsclap boom with freestyle and mix whilethick tiles, reviberatin` sounds I kicks wildwhatever worked I rearanged it rightputtin` my brain in tight flows remanined in night mode, it strained til light glowstil sunrise, burnin` my eyes til I`m closeso I finished it right, yoput up the mic, ah one two, check it checkand yo don`t step I keep my memory setmaintained and do I screwed upto get ahead, but like my man saidit`s gonna turn from green to redso bring the breaks for the lyricstapes so they can hear itthinks they don`t fear itwait til they can clear itwith tapes and the emcee at the mix showsthinkin` in quick flows, I`m waitin` for my chance to flip prossave the drama for your baby mamaI wrote a comma at the end of ninety one, I`m back to bomb ya kidyou better come correct to streetssave the week, cause we`re brining it from crates to conctete[Chorus]we`re bringing it from crates to concretewe`re bringing it from crates to concretewe`re bringing it from crates to concretegive me the breaks and beats for the streetswe`ll bring it back from the crates to concreteI defended my skills on the down lowsome clowns, so I ain`t about to be seen all around yoI kick up beats like cleats, fill sheetsiller than freaks on backstage pass after mecause emcees cats get blasted when I`m on itand I`m swift flippin` all that jazz like Harry ConnickI`m cool like that, like mitts, like traps by Princeyou`re just a rapper, they can`t catch hintshere`s the flavor they favor, bringin` somethin` to save yathey go about the album to play yaforget the running your repyou wanna mess your stepwhy? I`m burning up your house like Left Eyenow that your hip I`m a be sendin` a burrage of quicknessI`m plantin` the mic like camaflouge witnessarrival of the kid with the microphone fitnessrepresentin` mad hit when I kick thissicken` of you and your crewhits your town with the funkthe four corners and bump to the soundspinnin` the older, bringin` brand new beatsso here`s a peice of how we`re doin` it from crates to concrete[Chorus]so Supreme set it off from the get goand I`m a let go, lyrics is gettin` pep on a chumplike a step showfor ready and allI wouldn`t sweat `em, because I flip `em like a Mary Louetteso just forget `emand I`ll be up on my mans block, and briniging on the knots for sure shotsthat`s hittin` the record spotsand it`s fuckin` real enough to clearthen it`s the four by fourfuck, the punp for the yearthe better, the metter, the betterforget about all itbecause I paid my six so you can just go disbe a fake ditch`ll get you raped with theftnow they`re beggin bootleggers for records I got leftso I`m a give up somethin` of props to every track with a needlekeepin` up with the beats and the peopleto leave you sayin` where have the days wentto swearin` it`s lost to wanna be starin` at pavementso check itI let it show for the dopes and the clonesso let me scheme this, speed knots, and box til they bleedin`you just remember who was playin` for the keepscause you sleep, I`m bringin` it back from the crates to concrete[Chorus]