Текст песни Opio f Casual, Rasco - Confederate Burning
Opio f Casual, Rasco - Confederate Burning слова песни
[Casual]Ha, it`s mad rock with Opio and RascoY`knahmean? HaYou must not-a followed my last instructionsNow your little duck friend givin me suctionI`m deadly, the UN`ll have to bust inLike Cash got raps, of mass destructionYou whack - how you got the job?Niggaz soft like cotton swabsDirty Garbage Pail Kid, nigga Rotton RobDon`t get shot and robbedIn the city you doin Bin Laden jobPlottin, been hot since the positive charge y`knahmean?Now I get high with no sedativesMy innovation`s my stimulationCan I give a demonstration?Hiero crew rock the nationFrom a disclosed locationStraight out the basement, old Casual and RascoHold hip-hop hostage in a astroWe have you surrounded... come out with your hands up(Police move!)[Rasco]Aiyyo, we in the labLookin for a reason to rush ya whole staffCall up the Gods, you niggaz ain`t hardI hit the yard with like 16 bars, ready to take chargeOut the blocks I change the speedWhen I try to tap in niggaz change the feedI switch, air-tight but I found your glitchDon`t give a nigga sob stories when they pound your bitchI come off with the flowsOnly want those that come off the clothesButtery soft toes, earring in the nose, you dealin with prosSometimes play the background, not feelin ya showsF`real, I might do it for a half a mill`Some brothers think they really have to killThis is only a drill, go home baby hone your skillsWhile these niggaz try to chrome they wheelsIt`s like that y`all[Chorus: Opio]And we ain`t even finished yetWe genuine legitimateSend it through the genelectCain`t fuck with the confederateWe genuine legitimateSend it through the genelectThey we ain`t even finished yetAnd cain`t fuck with the confederate[Opio]I don`t hyper-ventilate, I get the high percentage rateMy credentials, got live in every stateTo my mistress, we always sip cognac endlessIn the Pontiac, now you only smockin the BenzAnd got a BMW, from BavariaHe`s in love with you, you should marry himShe kickin wild fantasies about givin head to Vin DieselIn Fred Siegel dressin room until he beg pleaseShed a fin but I`m still light-skinnedShe can call me XXX, my intellect is extra-sensoryI never got excommunicated to the penitentiaryfor execution propensity, for mega musicThe ultra-ultimate, revolutionaryWhile the mirror image in inferior gentlemenwho couldn`t bruise a cherryWhen I shoot from the roof it`s the truth sincerely[Chorus] - 1/2*Roc Raida scratches*[Opio]X marks the spot, burn that shit down to the ground y`knahmean?Roc Raida what`s up baby, I see youShake it up, shake it up, shake it up, yeahPut it down one time, Hieroglyphics man, spell it outSo the world can see...