Alterbeats

Alterbeats - Nyc Evils songtekst

Je score:

(Intro)
In the city of New York
Something strange is happening
Something no quite human
Something unspeakably evil
Something dead
Asdome,Shabaam Sahdeeq,Alterbeats
French revolution,French revolution
(Verse)
Collect it would never win,I keep the hood here
Knowledge without college, my game so common
My arm stay prawling and prison boots will pallin'
Drop the bombs in the way palace well it's living them 
out
Bars is cold like a winter in Moscow
I pop off now, turn your smile to a bloody frown
You don't really want it, well then sit your ass down
Gonna get yourself a pen and paper
Put some thoughts down
One put some beer down with a couple of wings down
Wander, fool back ,pump your head and stop being the 
clown
Proper pound I'm awful found
Highly developed sound
You a fool shut up now before my niggers put you down
Underground and I ain't talking about the sound
Talking 'bout the soil lyrically I boil
Add a little oil, I eat 'em seeds whole
Drop 'em in a hole, God bless his soul

(Chorus)
I rap the streets, 'til I rep the beat
Kill a soldier
Real nigga bustin' a glock,
If you wanna be a player nigga watch me
I rap the streets, 'til I rep the beat
Kill a soldier
I represent the real streets
(Verse)
Dude listen,catch me in a booth, truth rains
I'm what the goons dippin'
Building, do stupid lifting
Who is you kidding you flinching when a tooth spin
You do dooze it, the leutenant, the gank blew fed it
My crew living why these lamers are sacks
I catch you with that V-neck then I cave in your chest
'Cause y'all brick hand set ,plus I stay with the tent
And I gotta fallow it, like David Correy
Yes we send penny, bisquits we crave nanny
If it's beef my click jump and I whip like Chris Henry
He the dead ,he respects ,you pricks envy
Catch me on a block yellow cab with the semitone
Don't make me eat your food on your block
Thought of let me try
I got four pack on my bag, bringing my city up
Y'all niggers will you platform like you too tough
'Til they put you on the white seat,poof club
(Chorus)
I rap the streets, 'til I rep the beat
Kill a soldier
Real nigga bustin' a glock,
If you wanna be a player nigga watch me
I rap the streets, 'til I rep the beat
Kill a soldier
I represent the real streets
(Verse)
Said I'm healthy as an ox, fuck your flu shots
Put the needle to the vinyl and for the record
I stick to my gun, so the G's shows by the seashores
Cali was the home, growing terrorist
The voices in my head are clever 
And they all rap kid,I got a word
There's a soul shore crammed in the pit
Blue stones and crustaceans but I have pictures
And I face facts blew the big burn up
You came cross the guards, that they create a soul I 
might
Got clapping on mind tellin' I get the socks
The perfect balance between chaos and order
But what I thought of has surpassed
Of mangled bodies you can't mock
When you're in advance fuck your theories
And put your faith on a dollar
That's all this worth this is gonna mess earth
So what's a secrecy
This earth you see, to keep us down founded
(Chorus)
I rap the streets, 'til I rep the beat
Kill a soldier
Real nigga bustin' a glock,
If you wanna be a player nigga watch me
I rap the streets, 'til I rep the beat
Kill a soldier
I represent the real streets
Clear the whole block
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