Текст (слова) песни: The Nextmen f Grap Luva - Break the Mould

Hook: "I`m international", "Got to uphold the raw shit"

[Round 1]
Yo` check it
My writin` tight words I incite these herbs to bite
Complex like walkin` through project streets at night
Made a pact with God to uphold the raw shit
Don`t flip, we gettin` rotations like buzz clips
While you wait to react, I launch my attack from the ground up
Right and exact like these tracks
Hittin` on facts weavin` gold on wax
Up late nights scribing these rhymes by candlelight
Sodomites take delight in the words I recite
Proceed to educate at the jam I stimulate
Where I`m from got potential plus grabs in the barrel
Holdin` people down longer than the grey pharaoh
Makin` rows narrow so we achieve all goals
See sights, watch dreams unfold quench the soul
With the words I possess the story is told
When I`m done creatin` this I got to break the mould

Hook: "L-O-N-D-O-N"
"Grap Luva, comin` straight from New York"
{*scratches*}

[Round 2]
Yo, Avoidin` stress never take a life for chess
Concidered blessed, movin` amongst the madness
While protected plus I`ve been selected to bring wannabees to their knees
Who be claimin` these
It`s a general thing
My status, seven stars
My M-16 is these sixteen bars
Third eye open, refuse to scribe foolishness
Usin` this to project word sound (connect the power)
Get respect lead these seeds by example
Like a tree in growth I keep my roots ample
Your mind`s a corridor darker than, full of confusion
I come with remedies that crush all illusions
Yo, I write my rhymes one day at a time
Average cats bite styles ( better off bein` mines)
With these lines I possess my story is told
Biters, they getting bold so I breaks the mold
(Here we go)

Hook: "L-O-N-D-O-N"
"Rap murder, comin` straight from New York"
{*scratches*}

[Round 3]
Highly unlike any other cats on mics
I mesmirize as these beats and rhymes (they take flight)
When in rhyme fights inspired by my tight flow
Astute attribute, bound to win, place in show
But I`m no race horse, forget whippin` up on me
Get your wolves and your meager army theres no harm in me
Listen made your stash from no giggas and pimp hats
We don`t pop shit to leather gems while they bitch
Pull their car quick They ungrateful an` slick
If they weaker then their flows then your flow ends quick
Slack jaw cats with no facts always complain
subliminal beats won`t work (call my name)
Still the Y.S.B. crushin` flies so swiftly
Brothas won`t know you as a true emcee
(Rather intense b)
That`s how my story is told
My soul was never sold because I broke the mould

Hook:
{*scratches*}

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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: The Nextmen f Grap Luva - Break the Mould Hook: "I`m international", "Got to uphold the raw shit" [Round 1] Yo` check it My writin` tight words I incite these herbs to bite Complex like walkin` through project streets at night Made a pact with God to uphold the raw shit Don`t flip, we gettin` rotations like buzz clips While you wait to react, I launch my attack from the ground up Right and exact like these tracks Hittin` on facts weavin` gold on wax Up late nights scribing these rhymes by candlelight Sodomites take delight in the words I recite Proceed to educate at the jam I stimulate Where I`m from got potential plus grabs in the barrel Holdin` people down longer than the grey pharaoh Makin` rows narrow so we achieve all goals See sights, watch dreams unfold quench the soul With the words I possess the story is told When I`m done creatin` this I got to break the mould Hook: "L-O-N-D-O-N" "Grap Luva, comin` straight from New York" {scratches} [Round 2] Yo, Avoidin` stress never take a life for chess Concidered blessed, movin` amongst the madness While protected plus I`ve been selected to bring wannabees to their knees Who be claimin` these It`s a general thing My status, seven stars My M-16 is these sixteen bars Third eye open, refuse to scribe foolishness Usin` this to project word sound (connect the power) Get respect lead these seeds by example Like a tree in growth I keep my roots ample Your mind`s a corridor darker than, full of confusion I come with remedies that crush all illusions Yo, I write my rhymes one day at a time Average cats bite styles ( better off bein` mines) With these lines I possess my story is told Biters, they getting bold so I breaks the mold (Here we go) Hook: "L-O-N-D-O-N" "Rap murder, comin` straight from New York" {scratches} [Round 3] Highly unlike any other cats on mics I mesmirize as these beats and rhymes (they take flight) When in rhyme fights inspired by my tight flow Astute attribute, bound to win, place in show But I`m no race horse, forget whippin` up on me Get your wolves and your meager army theres no harm in me Listen made your stash from no giggas and pimp hats We don`t pop shit to leather gems while they bitch Pull their car quick They ungrateful an` slick If they weaker then their flows then your flow ends quick Slack jaw cats with no facts always complain subliminal beats won`t work (call my name) Still the Y.S.B. crushin` flies so swiftly Brothas won`t know you as a true emcee (Rather intense b) That`s how my story is told My soul was never sold because I broke the mould Hook: {scratches} Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Break the Mould: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/11199.html Все тексты песен: The Nextmen f Grap Luva » The Nextmen f Grap Luva - Thinking Man`s Session » The Nextmen f Grap Luva - Break the Mould Рекомендуем скачать: » Леонид Сергеев - Снимается кино » Леонид Нахамкин - Вот старые рифмы, » Лесоповал - Птичий рынок » Леонид Агутин - На сиреневой луне » Леонид Агутин - Летний дождь » Любовные истории - Позволь мне » Лолита Милявская - Артист Большого Театра » Леонид Агутин - Не унывай » Леонид Семаков - Венок сонетов » Линда - Подвиги » Леонид Ваксман - Я сидел на песке, чуть прогретом и влажном... » Линда - ТАМ ГДЕ Я И ТЫ » Лариса Долина - Не возвращайся » Любовь Захарченко - Поэт нашего времени » Леонид Ваксман - Пора трубить, труба!.. » Ленинград - В черном-черном городе » Леонид Нахамкин - Собутыльники есть и друзья... » Леонард Хируг - Романс » Любовь Окунева - Ссора » Леонид Агутин - Все в твоих руках
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