Текст песни The Lady Of Rage - Some Shit
The Lady Of Rage - Some Shit слова песни
Aight Alright so, am, turn my mic up, turn my headphones up, somethinI`m not...Yo, can you hear it, yet? Can`t hear it rightYou can`t hear yet?Nah, nah turn it upYoAlrightPremierSo...Yeah?So, you want me to just kick some shit?Yeah, just kick a freestyle, whatever, it don`t matterAlright. Bring me in2-3Verse:Hey, hot damn, ho, here I go againYou know who I be, and you know watcha in forFor your informationMe, I be comin harder than ejaculationEvacuation on the premesis (I`m what?), I`m limitlessRun it to the limit, like Emmitt Smith, I`m listed in the Guiness`sFor in the book of Genesis it readsIn the beginning God created Heaven then he created meSo you seeIt ain`t no way on earth you can see meThat`s just how it B.E. You might as well drop that thought, cause it ain`t goin down, GYou wishin, I`ll leave you curled up in the fetal positionImpossible mission you think you gettin with Rage, well, then listenYou`re thinkin the unthinkableRage is the unsinkableWho can do it betterI gotta art for linkin lettersA diva run it like Gail Dever Style so sick you think I got swamp fever To all non-believersY`all ain`t believin I rocks hard when I`m stoned like StevenThe way I kill it I leave you in a process of grieven Leave you barely breathinKicks it so hard I knock out your teeth and leave you teethinTake aim and shoot, knock you out your bootsI be the beginning of a New Testament like Matthew, Mark, and LukeI turn the motha out in Levi StraussNo doubt, make suckas do an about Face, cut to the chaseThey told me haste makes wasteAnd I`ll waste you if you`re hasty Lyrically, it don`t take much to make meFly off the handle Go off like Roman candlesScandalous not Band you like wristwratchWatch me clock a end, clock a gripWatch me grip that microphone and cold rock that bitchTo your socks get hitFrom the esophogus my vocal range will expandAnd raise up and smack that ass like back handsI got that shit that leave your whole section deadedAnd, if you got no common sense you won`t be ressurectedFed-Ex it, my successes didn`t make it over night But over mics for you it could be over in just one nightCause the R hits like Thundar the BarbarianNeva in your life could you ever scar the AquarianWater Bearer Great Granddaughter of ClaraBring the terror to your domeAs you get nearer to my throneThem bones get crushed to dustCause when it comes down to struttin my stuffIt`s necessaryI get roughCause I`m a lyrical genius no other could swing thisBetter than I (Why?) cause I`m one of the meanestNot givin a damn statin to all who I amNo need to cram, cause now you fully understandThat Robin is rockin, causin hippers to hoppinTry to stop what I`m droppin, and a box you`ll be popped inThink twice, save your life, give me the micI say it again, yo, it won`t be niceYou think I`m huffin and puffin, think I`m blowin and bluffinYou hens can`t begin to contend with RobinVoice smooth, lyrics lovelyThe hippest hip-hopper, got brothers tuggin to hug meAh, digOutro:Aight, damn, aight, that`s enough. You got a level now?I`m shook cause I`m gonna be hoarse in a minute, come onLet`s, let`s do the song, the song, okayPremier, DJ Premier, Pr-Pr-Pr-Pre-mierPremi-Pr-Pr-Pr-Pr Wait, no, no, no, no, no, okay, okayGo back, go back, go back