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 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de illest (phenomenon) - rokeby

rokeby, rokeby

on the scene nah mean

listen

[verse 1]

these streets are sh-tty and gritty
yeah something like the streets of gotham
not even batman can save you from an early coffin
so when i’m robin you, i’ll batman
i’m so quick and quiet they call me the catman
in your head, there’s a hardy dent
half your face missing, harvey dent
if you try to battle me, you’ll get spent
quicker than the rounds in jfk’s head (bang)
your brain explode all over the deck
nodding back and forth, your head’s on a bend
don’t like that bar?
well suck my d-ck i mean to offend
i’ll say those bars over and over again
then put ink back down to paper
scribble a ten
dust off the sheet
step back and un-click the pen

[hook]

(phenomenon)
i’m a phenomenon
(phenomenon)
the illest with the sk!ll
rokeby’s ill
bends words at his will
(phenomenon)
phemonemon, phemonenonal
(phenomenon)
flipping words like a re-up
word is bond i keep it teeped up

[verse 2]

all your bars are a little mediocre
come up with crazy sh-t
little like the joker
when will i stop spitting?
think when h-ll freezes over
your rhymes are getting wacker while mine are getting doper
this flows more sharp than a motherf-cking hanzo
so now i’m more g-ssed up than the scarecrow
my rhymes they will perplex you and scare you
the type of thing you wake up to
screaming in a sweat pool
they call me the riddler
i write so many bars they call me the constant scribbler
i feel oppressed by the pen
like jews by adolf hitler
when i write these times, yeah
i truly see the bigger picture
and i molest the beat
they call me the instrumental fiddler
one day on my shelf imma have more gold than bette midler

[hook]

and when you battle me
you better don’t flop
and after i’ll jump off, be king of the dot
i’ll rise to the top and snap the top spot
my name will be in
(earshot just watch
f-ck cops, blaze crops)
it’s grind time
so this time grime is mine
i’ll just snort a line and spit in time
yeah nothing can stop me
the world is mine
like a good wine
yeah i mature with time
give it a couple years, my new alb-m you’re buying
not many can reach my level but trust they’re trying
yo
i’m a verbal terrorist
blowing up your ear drums like al qaeda on 9/11 did
i’m blowing up your eardrums like kamikaze’s to battleships
or february 93, left the van with the explosives rigged
ears bleed, mind seige, i’m a new breed
on the scene, nah mean
rokeby’s landed his feet
dark sh-t i preach
need to go see a priest
incomplete, obsolete, my mind is off beat
sh-ts deep, makes you think, i’m trying to teach
plant the seed, grow trees, i’m closer to thee
wannabee’s on the street try talking to me
they’re all neeks, chat breeze about banging out me
gas leak, no peace i’m just keeping it me
it’s peak, no p’s but rokeby is still heat
gets you high like cannabis
don’t stink like can of p-ss
doppelganger ep’s what the f-ck this is

b-tch

- rokeby

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS