Testo Free Flow - Tripp C
Testo della canzone Free Flow (Tripp C), tratta dall'album Free Flow
Cut em up, chop-chop in my chop shop
Sell the stuffed tattoos from my prop shop
Got Kato on the track, make me rhyme so nasty
Like Plato with the knowledge my flows' everlasting
Karate kid, yeah, my moves I'll be waxing
Move I'm passing, working on my passion
Every single beat that I click I'll be smashing
Even if they're shit and the boom bap's rationed
No, not rapping to get into fashion
And no, I'm not rapping cause I thought that I could cash in
Rapping cause the rhymes spin in my brain
Filling up the tornado with butane
Hear the spark then I just can't contain
Feel the lyrics combust in my veins
Then I set fire to every single page
Collect the ashes I'm a mage in rage
Mix it with a beat, put my potion on stage
Yeah, are you ready? Do you want to be amazed?
Precisely calculated, motivated, captivated
Perfectly demonstrated, suckers they be dominated
Can't debate it, overrated motherfuckers devastated
By every single bomb that I've ever detonated
Hurt and mutilated, leave them so humiliated
By the fact that all their fans were left intoxicated
Love or hate it, underrated, and so sophisticated
Ooh so many rhymes have now accumulated
Correlate, associate it, lungs have not been ventilated
Indicate I desecrated every fucking fabricated
Regulated rapper, terminated with my dagger
Lacerate their swagger, make them lag and make them stagger
Lubricate it with the cadence, then flip it
I chug the whole jug, no I don't just sip it
Hip-hop is my drug, yeah, I smoke and sniff it
If I'm unplugged, then the beep will go missing - Missing (Yeah)
Ooh, that's nasty!
Now they want a hook so classy
Nope, no hook. Listen, look
Gonna fill the fucking beat with a whole damn book
Every nook, every cranny - Put the steno in a panic
Like water in titanic, can not fit the whole Atlantic
My vocab is gigantic, can not fit it in the attic
So, I put it in the Crypt, but that's a bad habit
But I'm back at it, gotta-gotta have it
If I really want it then I know I gotta grab it (Nab it)
I'm warning you I turned into a savage (Ravage)
I'm a croc down this river - Think that I'll manage
Yeah, the game got tamed I'll be eating in a pannage
Leaned out pigs with no skills to their advantage
I'm out of my mind, can not save them with a bandage
I'll see the mumble wave crash down from the damage
Down from the damage, many will drown
No, no sucker MC will be wearing the crown
Renowned fucking idiots - just a bunch of clowns
Crackdown on these dumb kids and send them to class
But I don't think it matters, cause I know they won't pass
They've got no motivation, so they sit on their ass
They poor their future in an upside-down glass
Well somebody out there's gotta water my grass...
Somebody, out there's gotta water my grass
Yeah somebody out there's gotta water my grass
Somebody, out there's gotta water my grass
Yeah somebody out there's gotta water my grass
Cut em up, chop-chop in my chop shop
Sell the stuffed tattoos from my prop shop
Credits
Writer(s): Tripp C, Petrus Van Der Walt
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