5 Elements (featuring Rubbabandz, Pop "The Brown Hornet," Down Low Reka, Junelover)-Shyheim

歌手 : Shyheim

专辑 : The Lost Generation

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:21

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TXT 5 Elements (featuring Rubbabandz, Pop "The Brown Hornet," Down Low Reka, Junelover)-Shyheim 文本歌词

5 Elements (featuring Rubbabandz, Pop "The Brown Hornet," Down Low Reka, Junelover) - Shyheim

Motherf**king gp in the motherf**king house

With shorty shy

Yo yo. I raise all hell when I, start to stain

Crab niggaz, I recon, you recognize the grain

I bring drama to your earpiece, when I bust

Raps niggaz collapse, in fact turn to slush

It only takes a second to die

It only takes a minute to get high

The hoods that I run with really don't care

Busting at God with our pistols in the air

No more loses, I'm bringin in da bosses

You wanna get rich, bet on me, motherf**k them horses

I'm black, too good, deadly like a luger

I live day by day, but my mind set on the future

Drunk with vexism, handing out bad desicions

Got sh*t locked like state prisons

Mc destroyer, bring it, I got something for ya

When I'm red niggaz die from paranoia

Sureshot, play yourself, get got, forget me not

Or I'll be running sh*t in ya' spot

Die hard, cracking sh*t, like ty cobb

Keep it real, plus stay black, roll with a tight mob

Forever high, I'm the type of guy to puff chocolate thai

Then blow the smoke all in your eye

You're blinded, the rap style I posess, you can't find it

That's why you wanna constantly rewind it

Yo, d. allah represent at sparkin mics like flint

With style that you can inhale and get the ni**a bent

Cash rules, no choice but being top biller

Have ya blinded by the fire like that b**ch in the killer

You know I'm iller, than the caviar, with these rhythms

That's acquired to break down immune systems

In any battle i'm-a come in first

With raw techniques that shock ya ear like a f**king curse

I like sex after ballentine triple x

Understanding, I run through hoes like barry sanders

Niggaz get lost in the land

Reachin, it'll cost your hand, now ya sink in the sand

I'm-a live shorty, word up, the sh*t ain't hard to tell

I kill verses, just like, napsilnac to sperm cells

My lifestyle, it didn't change, I'm still the same

Nike sneakers, guess jeans and gold chains

The rugged child be bringing drama to your system like drugs

Live and direct, from new york like lugz

Is it the ruckus you want, come and get that a** lynched

You complain to throw, I play your jake with a twelve inch

Kid, I be just f**kin in the cut, on some shaolin what

Jiggy-june bust a nut

Who dares to test me, bring it to the cypher

Niggaz you don't really wanna see the God hyper

Active, make teachers run back for practice

And tell they proteges, they can't f**k with the tactics

So give me room, when I speaks with verbal knowledge

You put your best man, even if he went to college

With this mutation, I serve like a chef

What do you know, I be that ni**a squeezin air from your last breath

Got you gaspin from suffocation

Then I leave without a clue nor an explanation

It's the mister hip hop, b-boy, rap addict

Static, you don't want, cause when I brings it, it get tragic

Faggot, now put an h on your chest and handle

Whatever comes at ya, best beleive i'ma gat ya

Now move back from this jack, you can't touch it

Cause if you do, you catch a buck 50 mugging

I'm thuggish, with enough stamina to damage ya

Crew, plus jerk em like a crooked a** manager

Corrupt indeed, my mind is the backbone of evil

Causing me to to hurt innocent people

Niggaz playing hard rocks on the wrong block

Thinking it be you until I let the nine glock

Pa-pop, my man shitted all in his pants

It's the same old song and dance

And I'm out motherf**kers!