letra de wax paper envelopes - nightwalker
yeah, clown -ss mothaf-ckas
couldn’t walk a f-cking day over here
[verse 1:]
yo, ayo, ayo
my home is where i’m getting head, that’d be new york
but i’m comfortable down south, like peter north
i’m eating off these beats, i sell enough, my rent is free
so i’ll be banging on a triant <--(?) like a f-cking mpc
i'm tired of work, i survive, but it hurts
i'm live but i flirt with death until i arrive in the dirt
inside of my earth, my cannibalistic ways
over power, what society taught me, and in dismays <--(?)
i'm lost and found, down to earth, went back from off the ground
while you watch sports and down beers, ideas get tossed around
walking down the block with a fist full of 'f-ck you's'
mic check, one, two, pink shirt, plum shoes
you f-cking f-ggots, i'll smack you back to the golden age
you underworked, and overpaid, you sold your name
you on the radio, but i got doper sh-t
how are you gonna claim that you sold records, when you're not the one who wrote the sh-t
chorus:
[samples: the ex headbanger bad like a f-cker. how many emcees must get this. how many mothef-cking mics, i got the grip. there's more to life, that's why i deal what i feel.]
[yeah, voice myself with microphones, dj's and spray paint. f-ckin' f-ggots.]
[verse 2:]
ayo, ayo
i hope you take offense to this, cause this is herb sh-t
you won freestyle battle by spittin' written verses
you disqualify, you couldn't win a free prize
singin' in the mirror, tryin' to squeeze into your levi's
heat rise, my practice is doing shows
you got a gig next month and you bookin' rehearsal studios
my ruthless flows will flood your painted landscapes
you made mad tapes but forgot to create a fanbase
i used to tag off the staircase and dip
then eat an eighth of shrooms and make a face like "this tastes like sh-t"
and that'll make me sick, i been sick since 1982
in real life i done more dirt than you claim to
i have absolutely no respect for none of you
if i kissed your girl in front of you, what the f-ck are you gonna do?
peace to those who got respect for themselves
and every emcee that can drop a dope record that sells
chorus:
[samples: the ex headbanger bad like a f-cker. how many emcees must get this. how many mothef-cking mics, i got the grit. there's more to life, that's why i deal what i feel.]
[voice myself with microphones, dj's and spray paint.]
letras aleatórias
- letra de 300 - by any mean$ the team
- letra de al tevakesh mish'alot - אל תבקש משאלות - sarit hadad - שרית חדד
- letra de bloodhound - messiuh
- letra de lucky strike - mary bragg
- letra de tails - nico the frog dad
- letra de part of the wind - we the lion
- letra de control your body - pnau
- letra de talk my shit - louie savatage
- letra de girlfriend is better [stop making sense] - talking heads
- letra de бит вглухую 5 (beat deaf 5) - yung lev