Testo Sing Like Bilal feat. DJ Premier - Joell Ortiz
Testo della canzone Sing Like Bilal feat. DJ Premier (Joell Ortiz), tratta dall'album Free Agent
Sing like Blaow!
Ayo Flex I got the kite
I was tuned in Saturday night
You hear these guys?
You remove the big label that be backin' 'em
The moissanite ice and fake platinum
And bring it back to rap I will flatten 'em
I'm the best across the board like tattin' 'em
New York, if you're feelin' like me then you're tired
Of listenin' to liars, wishin' it was fire
But none of them is hot, not the flicker of a lighter
I'm about to blow up in their face, Richard Pryor
Your industry buzz ain't valid on the streets, loser
We don't care about the mags and them weak rumors
Your secret wack parties with free hookah
Everybody walkin' around tryin' to be cooler
Nah, see I be where they keep Rugers
You ain't gotta be in beef, the police shoot ya
The Oscar give you an ill buck fifty
New rappers is cool, but we still bump Biggie
I walk in Perfec's with an ill one with me
Fitted to the side on my Brooklyn shit
No V.I.P. I ain't shook for shit
I'm at the bar like after push ups and dips
Far as this mic, they don't want nothin'
Cause I'll eat 'em for breakfast, oatmeal corn muffins
Little insects y'all buggin'
Flex I got you, next time I'll call up and record somethin'
When you hear me rewind me
From the city where niggas known for puttin' in work
When it comes to the street shit, I am the truest
When you hear me rewind me
From the city where niggas known for puttin' in work
This here serious
Sing like Blaow!
I see your mouth movin', but you ain't sayin' nothin'
The boy speak, it's all heat like my neighbor's oven
If I'm anywhere near a mic then I'm claimin' somethin'
I can't resist the temptation, David Ruffin
Hah, who feelin' froggy? Hop kiddo
I'll see to it Ms. Piggy is a chopped widow
Before I saw gwap from Joell features
I had the corner on lock, Darrelle Revis
And so I treat rap like coke, bet it
You want lines? Gimme mine, homey no credit
Y'all was hype about homes like don't sweat it
He turned out to be a bust, Jerome Bettis
I'm on my Cairo shit now, back at it
Steady spittin' that crack, I'm a crack addict
The belt sittin' on my waist, take a crack at it
My craft'll put you to sleep, Craftmatic
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Writer(s): Christopher Martin
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