Текст (слова) песни: Poison Clan - Poison Freestyle

featuring Brother Marquis Tony Rock

Verse 1: JT Money
Roll out the red carpet let the bugles blow
The pimp deserves a grand intro y`don`t know?
I know you`re sick of bubble gum w/rappers puttin` you to bed
But not JT Money I`m somethin` like a SudaFed
I give relief that`s far from lousy
And get the job done without gettin` you drowsy
Since I`m from the bottom the other rappers tried dissin`
But in the end, my ass they`ll be kissin`
I must state how stupid remarks
Can cause enough friction to give off sparks
Makin` people think that a giant king
Couldn`t come from the bottom `cause of second string
But I`ma make history as I get hype
Drop a science that`ll damage that stereotype
Ask for drama, `cause I`ma, bout to set off
A Poisonous freestyle, instead of
The average, ordinary everyday thing
I`m outstandin`, leavin` rappers out standin` in the rain
Poison like venom, gettin` in `em, then I conquer
When I`m finished rockin` you`re jockin` for an encore
My masterpieces will smash to pieces
Or should I say demo, the mass that reaches
You better take a bufferin` with sufferin` from
The wrath of the style that can`t be outdone
It`s like that y`all, `cause I`m the ultimate
Yo, Tony Rock, take the stand `cause I`m about to sit!

Verse 2: Tony Rock
MC`s up north, and niggas like Spike take shorts
Thinkin` that the only rappers live in New York
Dick-heads like you, they don`t know the deal
Sayin` if it`s not from up there, it can`t be real
But since you`re ignorant and stupid at best,
I`ll have to break this down from the simplest
See Tony Rock make a microphone check
Now see him on stage breakin` a sucka nigga`s neck
Y`all takin` rap back? Get off of that cake!
The only thing you might be able to take is this dick
Sayin` weak-ass rhymes on records and video
Grabbin` on the dick and start cursin`, and even though
You front to be hard while the cameras start shootin`
Knowin` goody-damn well that you as soft as a fig newton
If we was cars, I`d be a Porsche and you, a Nova
On card games, you`re Pitty-pat and I`m Poker
I grab the microphone `cause I can`t wait to smoke a,
Sucka like you, you no-rhymin` joker
Steppin` on stage, and goin` into fits
Workin` up a sweat, but you ain`t rockin` shit
Sayin` weak-ass rhymes, tryin` your best to work the fans up
Why don`t you drop the microphone and come out with your hands up?
Just because you`re from up there, you ain`t got it like that
Boy, you could be killed, and you don`t want that
I`m sayin` rhymes on a funky-ass cut
Marquis, go for yours, because I got MY nut!

Verse 3: Brother Marquis
I treat rappers like hoes, roll `em like vogues
Count `em and fold `em and stuff and stack `em like bank-rolls
I`m never on the runnin`, MC`s confronted
Always in my face, wantin` to start somethin`
I can`t keep silent `cause I`m lyrically violent
Step to me, boy, step off, don`t even try it
I giddy up and go, so smooth when I flow
I make suckas get goin` like a 5.0
Ya see, I`ll massacre, sit back and laught at ya,
And when you`re finished, then I`ll embarrass ya
I`m the aggressor, the professor
(I injure/I`ll end ya) like a ninja with a lyrical lecture
Marquis gets silky as I recite `em
Rappers are germs, I`m peroxide to fight `em
I blitz, throwin` hits that`ll put you in a coffin
Treat you like an orphan, causing you to soften
People say I`m immaculent, but I`m past that
Others get laughed at, `cause they ain`t half that
They try to achieve, but can`t succeed
They only get stomped on when I stampede
It`s like that, punks, and you all know
Debonaire, the Devil`s Dad, continue to flow!

Verse 4: Debonaire
Debonaire, the Devil`s Dad, is last on the agenda
Talkin` `bout how brothers constantly pretend to
Be from up North, New York, yeah, Medina
The grass ain`t greener! I guess they never seen a
Rapper from another region gettin` the loot
I`m from the bottom, and got girls feedin` me fruit
And droppin` flowers every time I walk
Is my music identical to that of New York?
It`s original, comin` from the bottom, analyze it
You could come off on your own, but no one tries it
They`d rather have some sloppy jalopy
And get called a wanna-be because they try to copy
But see, the boys, we just laugh
Ain`t a counterfeit rapper on the Skyywalker staff!
And so the wanna-be`s bite the dust
They ain`t certified to rap beside none of us!
And `cause I`m strictly B-U-S-I-N-E-double S
They panickin`, stiff like manequins from all the stress
No one there to mend; they look soft
Anyway, I`m outta here, signin` the fuck off!

Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям:

Прямая ссылка на текст песни Poison Freestyle:
http://musworld.ru/music/eng/115/1/6155.html


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Poison Clan - Poison Freestyle featuring Brother Marquis Tony Rock Verse 1: JT Money Roll out the red carpet let the bugles blow The pimp deserves a grand intro y`don`t know? I know you`re sick of bubble gum w/rappers puttin` you to bed But not JT Money I`m somethin` like a SudaFed I give relief that`s far from lousy And get the job done without gettin` you drowsy Since I`m from the bottom the other rappers tried dissin` But in the end, my ass they`ll be kissin` I must state how stupid remarks Can cause enough friction to give off sparks Makin` people think that a giant king Couldn`t come from the bottom `cause of second string But I`ma make history as I get hype Drop a science that`ll damage that stereotype Ask for drama, `cause I`ma, bout to set off A Poisonous freestyle, instead of The average, ordinary everyday thing I`m outstandin`, leavin` rappers out standin` in the rain Poison like venom, gettin` in `em, then I conquer When I`m finished rockin` you`re jockin` for an encore My masterpieces will smash to pieces Or should I say demo, the mass that reaches You better take a bufferin` with sufferin` from The wrath of the style that can`t be outdone It`s like that y`all, `cause I`m the ultimate Yo, Tony Rock, take the stand `cause I`m about to sit! Verse 2: Tony Rock MC`s up north, and niggas like Spike take shorts Thinkin` that the only rappers live in New York Dick-heads like you, they don`t know the deal Sayin` if it`s not from up there, it can`t be real But since you`re ignorant and stupid at best, I`ll have to break this down from the simplest See Tony Rock make a microphone check Now see him on stage breakin` a sucka nigga`s neck Y`all takin` rap back? Get off of that cake! The only thing you might be able to take is this dick Sayin` weak-ass rhymes on records and video Grabbin` on the dick and start cursin`, and even though You front to be hard while the cameras start shootin` Knowin` goody-damn well that you as soft as a fig newton If we was cars, I`d be a Porsche and you, a Nova On card games, you`re Pitty-pat and I`m Poker I grab the microphone `cause I can`t wait to smoke a, Sucka like you, you no-rhymin` joker Steppin` on stage, and goin` into fits Workin` up a sweat, but you ain`t rockin` shit Sayin` weak-ass rhymes, tryin` your best to work the fans up Why don`t you drop the microphone and come out with your hands up? Just because you`re from up there, you ain`t got it like that Boy, you could be killed, and you don`t want that I`m sayin` rhymes on a funky-ass cut Marquis, go for yours, because I got MY nut! Verse 3: Brother Marquis I treat rappers like hoes, roll `em like vogues Count `em and fold `em and stuff and stack `em like bank-rolls I`m never on the runnin`, MC`s confronted Always in my face, wantin` to start somethin` I can`t keep silent `cause I`m lyrically violent Step to me, boy, step off, don`t even try it I giddy up and go, so smooth when I flow I make suckas get goin` like a 5.0 Ya see, I`ll massacre, sit back and laught at ya, And when you`re finished, then I`ll embarrass ya I`m the aggressor, the professor (I injure/I`ll end ya) like a ninja with a lyrical lecture Marquis gets silky as I recite `em Rappers are germs, I`m peroxide to fight `em I blitz, throwin` hits that`ll put you in a coffin Treat you like an orphan, causing you to soften People say I`m immaculent, but I`m past that Others get laughed at, `cause they ain`t half that They try to achieve, but can`t succeed They only get stomped on when I stampede It`s like that, punks, and you all know Debonaire, the Devil`s Dad, continue to flow! Verse 4: Debonaire Debonaire, the Devil`s Dad, is last on the agenda Talkin` `bout how brothers constantly pretend to Be from up North, New York, yeah, Medina The grass ain`t greener! I guess they never seen a Rapper from another region gettin` the loot I`m from the bottom, and got girls feedin` me fruit And droppin` flowers every time I walk Is my music identical to that of New York? It`s original, comin` from the bottom, analyze it You could come off on your own, but no one tries it They`d rather have some sloppy jalopy And get called a wanna-be because they try to copy But see, the boys, we just laugh Ain`t a counterfeit rapper on the Skyywalker staff! And so the wanna-be`s bite the dust They ain`t certified to rap beside none of us! And `cause I`m strictly B-U-S-I-N-E-double S They panickin`, stiff like manequins from all the stress No one there to mend; they look soft Anyway, I`m outta here, signin` the fuck off! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Poison Freestyle: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/115/1/6155.html Все тексты песен: Poison Clan » Poison Clan - Dance All Nite » Poison Clan - Groove With the PC » Poison Clan - Shake Watcha Mama Gave Ya » Poison Clan - The Bitch That I Hate » Poison Clan - All They Good 4 » Poison Clan - Rough Nigga Gettin` busy » Poison Clan - Action (Mike Fresh Nasty Mix) » Poison Clan - Ho` stories » Poison Clan - In My Nature » Poison Clan - Put Shit Pass No Ho » Poison Clan - Put Shit Pass No Ho » Poison Clan - Ho` Stories » Poison Clan - Spoiled Rotten » Poison Clan - Low Life Muthafuckas » Poison Clan - Dance All Nite » Poison Clan - Action (Mike Fresh Nasty Mix) » Poison Clan - Low Life Muthafuckas » Poison Clan - Jeri Curl » Poison Clan - Inside Edition » Poison Clan - Some Shit I Used to Do Рекомендуем скачать: » Чичерина - Сама » Чайф - Аргентина-Ямайка 5:0 » Чайф - За полшага » Чай Вдвоем - Моя » Чай Вдвоем - Я не забуду » Чайф - Антипаровозная » Чиж и компания, Сергей Чиграков - Вот пуля просвистела » Чернила для пятого класса - Забудь мое имя » Чайф - Мне всегда чего-то не хватает » Чиж и компания, Сергей Чиграков - Перекресток (блюз) » Чайф - Четверо парней » Чиж и Ко - Полонез » Чичерина - Африка » Черный Обелиск - Сплин » Чайф - Моя квартира » Чернила для пятого класса - Не обижайся » Чай Вдвоем - Ласковая моя » Чиж и компания, Сергей Чиграков - Такие дела » Черняков Владимир - Старый вор » Черный Обелиск - Дорога в никуда
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»