Hush Hush

Hush Hush - Get Down songtekst

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[Verse I] 
[Hush] 

Chicka, chicka, get down. 
This is one of those songs, when people hearing this 
Will try to judge me, demoted from being a lyricist 
Thats why I put the MC before Hush, because I insist 
Of being in control of the mic, a specialist. 
My nemesis, being myself is venomous 
Because sometimes a foot in ya mouth is dangerous 
Sharp on the edge in ways a razor is 
Slicing thru any red-tape or plagarist 
Backhands to many for grand stand and win it 
When demands ask for bands of the bland man you dish it 
Infinite, all of my words with quickness 
Like a deck hand with a bad stomach, I see sickness 
Crazy like a kid with his hands slashed and slit it 
Till his parents have to come have his quack ass 
commited 
And any emcee that I can't stand, I'm shittin' on 
Any mother fucker that backstabs, forget it 

[Hook] 

If you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - 
blow! 
Get down! 
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - 
blow! 
Get down! 
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - 
blow! 
Get down! 
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - 
blow! 
Get down! 

[Verse II] 
[Hush] 

Yo 
I'm a bad ass liutenant, who can't stand a gimmick 
The ones we all just like to laugh at and mimmick 
The ones we all know that just can't rap a bit it 
And I still suffer heat from a backlash of critics 
Wack ass with synical slaps that can split it 
And anybody saying my raps trashed is finished 
Whoever said that having a backpacks permitted 
Its just raps that you can't grasp or grip it 
I'll blast back on any one jackass who give it 
Any nim-witted upperclass ass that doesn't get it 
Or has to live it, every track thats explicit 
I must admit it, that fast cash will limit 
A vast cast of vivid emcees that really live it 
You couldn't blow up if you had gas and lit it 
When I blast fast cats hit the fast dash and split it 

[Hook] 

If you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - 
blow! 
Get down! 
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - 
blow! 
Get down! 
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - 
blow! 
Get down! 
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - 
blow! 
Get down! 

[Verse III] 
[Hush] 

I can't be fucked with like broken dildos 
And I spill flows, that beat you to death like steel 
toes 
Swift blows to any emcees that can't rhyme 
I'm so dope I'll cut ya, then snort your flatline 
Obscene writer, my team remains finer 
The main liner, feeding your veins a pain liver 
Chicks with dicks, or bitches with no balls 
Or glisten to blow, big mouth cats with no paw 
I misplaced ya album right next to P.D. 
I only bought his CD just to hear B.I.G. 
I hold it down like tape on toupe's 
Put a condom on your tongue, and then fuck what you say 
I move crowds like fights at rap shows 
And handicap foes who vow they can flow 
I'm after your soul, and after that your platinum 
Catch em' in the track with my gat, just to strap em' 

[Hook - Repeat 2x] 

If you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - 
blow! 
Get down! 
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - 
blow! 
Get down! 
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - 
blow! 
Get down! 
So if you ever hear my sound in the street, it goes - 
blow! 
Get down!

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Taal: Engels

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