Текст (слова) песни: Pep Love - The Fight Club

"The Fight Club" scratched

I paint pictures with my scriptures
it grabs ya and it grips ya
and takes ya on adventures to dimensions I can`t
even begin to explain
I tantalize your senses with sentences
since it`s senseless to attempt this
my plan to rise is endless
i`m generally known to be off the hinges
with a microphone with me
ya wanna fight? come on hit me,
I ain`t gon stop beating that ass until the cops come get me
refuse verbal abuse to cook your goose
I serve superb turbulence, when I get loose
the beat get battered and bruised you nerds get hit
from every direction after the herb gets lit
who wanna come? can test me now let`s get down
(get on up) and get the mess beat outta you pesky clown ass
pathetic competitors won`t last around
after I blast a round, at ya casket
cats get disfigured and eat a fist
fuckin with this nigga when I`m pissed
and even when I`m feelin bliss
it`ll be an unworthy risk
to disturb me cuz I`m impervious to the words you speak
I split nucleus`s when I shoot the gift
it`s ridiculous to dispute me if
you don`t wanna shoot me, just watch me do my duty
my rap slaps your ear like sticks, pucks and hockey
I don`t give a big fuck at all
about all your jewelry and tomfoolery
you can get the balls
if you don`t wanna be cool with me we can brawl
we do it every weekend yall, at the fight club

CHORUS
the fight club
I hit em up like, what
first rule on your first night,
you gotta fight
just insert the mic plugs
you got the right ones,
if you wanna fight come
show your guns at the
fight club
I hit em up like, what
first rule on your first night,
you gotta fight
just insert the mic plugs
you got the right ones,
if you wanna fight come

pump ya fist and resist the system
I insist the gist of this consist of wisdom
catechism??
we can have a collision and go at it to add to the mission
poetical fisticuffs, I spit to crush the shit you bust
you don`t wanna get in the pit with us
we gladiators of the third eye variety
you can be mad and hate us, or ride with me
I flow, toe to toe blow for blow
the collective objective, is to overthrow
we soldiers here to let the poor folks know
imperialists get the fist and the po-po get the dick
the serioiusness of this gets me furious
when I hear ignorance spit by my peers
I guess thats why I`m here
to change up this strange stuff in the coming years
my plan`s to put hands on my people in the trance
so they can understand what really makes a man strong
convictions, with no restrictions I inflict them
to the beat of a kick drum
you want some? step up and get some
scuff knees and elbows when P-L flows
to speak to yall or we can brawl
we do it every weekend y`all, at the fight club!

CHORUS
the fight club
I hit em up like, what
first rule on your first night,
you gotta fight
just insert the mic plugs
you got the right ones,
if you wanna fight come
show your guns at the
fight club
I hit em up like, what
first rule on your first night,
you gotta fight
just insert the mic plugs
you got the right ones,
if you wanna fight come

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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: Pep Love - The Fight Club "The Fight Club" scratched I paint pictures with my scriptures it grabs ya and it grips ya and takes ya on adventures to dimensions I can`t even begin to explain I tantalize your senses with sentences since it`s senseless to attempt this my plan to rise is endless i`m generally known to be off the hinges with a microphone with me ya wanna fight? come on hit me, I ain`t gon stop beating that ass until the cops come get me refuse verbal abuse to cook your goose I serve superb turbulence, when I get loose the beat get battered and bruised you nerds get hit from every direction after the herb gets lit who wanna come? can test me now let`s get down (get on up) and get the mess beat outta you pesky clown ass pathetic competitors won`t last around after I blast a round, at ya casket cats get disfigured and eat a fist fuckin with this nigga when I`m pissed and even when I`m feelin bliss it`ll be an unworthy risk to disturb me cuz I`m impervious to the words you speak I split nucleus`s when I shoot the gift it`s ridiculous to dispute me if you don`t wanna shoot me, just watch me do my duty my rap slaps your ear like sticks, pucks and hockey I don`t give a big fuck at all about all your jewelry and tomfoolery you can get the balls if you don`t wanna be cool with me we can brawl we do it every weekend yall, at the fight club CHORUS the fight club I hit em up like, what first rule on your first night, you gotta fight just insert the mic plugs you got the right ones, if you wanna fight come show your guns at the fight club I hit em up like, what first rule on your first night, you gotta fight just insert the mic plugs you got the right ones, if you wanna fight come pump ya fist and resist the system I insist the gist of this consist of wisdom catechism?? we can have a collision and go at it to add to the mission poetical fisticuffs, I spit to crush the shit you bust you don`t wanna get in the pit with us we gladiators of the third eye variety you can be mad and hate us, or ride with me I flow, toe to toe blow for blow the collective objective, is to overthrow we soldiers here to let the poor folks know imperialists get the fist and the po-po get the dick the serioiusness of this gets me furious when I hear ignorance spit by my peers I guess thats why I`m here to change up this strange stuff in the coming years my plan`s to put hands on my people in the trance so they can understand what really makes a man strong convictions, with no restrictions I inflict them to the beat of a kick drum you want some? step up and get some scuff knees and elbows when P-L flows to speak to yall or we can brawl we do it every weekend y`all, at the fight club! CHORUS the fight club I hit em up like, what first rule on your first night, you gotta fight just insert the mic plugs you got the right ones, if you wanna fight come show your guns at the fight club I hit em up like, what first rule on your first night, you gotta fight just insert the mic plugs you got the right ones, if you wanna fight come scratching Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Fight Club: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/115/1/7343.html Все тексты песен: Pep Love » Pep Love - The Grind » Pep Love - If You Can`t Beat `Em » Pep Love - Act-Phenom » Pep Love - T.A.M.I. » Pep Love - Different » Pep Love - Trinity Lost » Pep Love - The Grime & Grit » Pep Love - The Fight Club » Pep Love - US » Pep Love - Melanin Magnetic (Black People) » Pep Love - Ascension » Pep Love - Pacific Heights » Pep Love - Living is Beautiful » Pep Love - My Energy » Pep Love - Karma (The Snake Charmer) » Pep Love - Crooked Angles Рекомендуем скачать: » Ирина Жукова - Колокольный звон » Ирина Аллегрова - Угонщица » Иванушки International - Реви » Ирина Аллегрова - Последнее танго в Париже » Игорь Кузьмин - Танго » И.Аллегрова - Угонщица » Игорь Кузьмин - Желтый дракон » Игорь Белый - Над землёй » Ирина Левинзон - Дождь » Игорь Николаев - Дельфин и русалка (И.Николаев+Н.Королева » Иван-Кайф - Инцидент » Иванушки International - Алешкина любовь » Игорь Николаев - Храни вас Бог » Ира Ежова - Вовка » Игорь Глотов - О крае земли » Иваси, Алексей Иващенко и Георгий Васильев - Мои сомненья » Иван Кучин - Сентиментальный детектив » Игорь Лукьянов - Мадемуазель » Игорь Белый - Станционный смотритель » Игорь Бяльский - Пока автобусы взрывались...
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