Get Up-K-OS

歌手 : K-OS
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:02

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TXT Get Up-K-OS 文本歌词

Get Up - K-OS
Yo it should be a crime
The way I murder these rhymes
I flip hundreds of lines
Cause Im done hit this mic over 7 times
I shine
I glitter
In niggers like cat litter
Who would ever consider this pepto bismol drinking ni**a
Bring a ruckas and Ill start shitting on you mother
Cause the raps I give
They running through your a** like a laxative huh
I could get drastic
Like rupaul swing that dried dick
I get aggy when I hit
I get you boombastic
Cause akinyele only give you boom back sh*t
Original incredible lyrical hook for years
But yall wasnt trying to hear
Like you hear them through (? ) ears
I kick it loud and clear
Make you whisper like those mother temptations is out
Hey yea
I end careers
By the pier like pliers
This mic get iced once I cream niggas like wires
Paper weight fires
Play them both sides of the fence like barbed wires
But I will make your whole entire empire retire
Once Im dressed in army atire
All you hear is repeated gun fire
Leaving your chest heated like clunky dryers
(akinyele) hook
We came to you right on up (3x)
So if you want to
Get up (8x)
Ill bust you down
We came to you right on up (2x)
(akinyele)
Even on a blind date
You couldnt get with me
Ill put these hot a** tecs on your neck
And give you permanent hickies
Leave you in lakes like ricky
Think that I was distributing whisky
The way niggas be riding on me tipsy
The rhyme chief maker, hittin punch lines
Like a rapper who slammed his sister loose leaf paper
It dont get no better than this
I got that medicine
For rock veterans
Im bad to the bone like skeletons
Or some dracula sh*t
Biting mics turning niggas into vampires
Cause they cant get no light huh
Kid cant you tell
That its the aki-nyele
I be holding this sh*t down like a bucket ina well
Jammed like hell
And plus I rock your dome without stones
The black stallion
Pack the certified chrome to make you think Im italian
From the way that I roam
I drunk and stuck the microphones like boooo
Niggas think its dial tones
And start looking for miss jones
You clones
Are soft like foam
I like rap superstars out of their twilight a** zone
Like doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
When n n n n n
What the hell you think its the ak
You be like huh what
Like Im yelling its my beat huh what
Niagga dont sleep