Song | Pure Coke |
Artist | Planet Asia |
Album | The Grand Opening |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Barrias, Green, Henson | |
It's uncut like real dro | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it's whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it's whatever you want | |
So cold cut y'all know | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it's whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it's whatever you want | |
Ayo, crazy in the head | |
My rock steady shots turn niggas to crazy legs | |
From crush groove to crush dice | |
I touch mikes plus I leave MCs hallucinating off my raps like dust | |
From solid land to shallow | |
From ocean to link the rap shall be felt | |
Once the god takes shape | |
Invisible Form | |
The earth is yes seen change | |
Or can straight kill all material so respect G | |
I thought I told y'all that Jason was a threat | |
I could have sworn niggas learned from The Faces of Death | |
Strapped cocked and rocking my raps | |
Silent weapons supply | |
Wars behold the barehoarse horseman | |
Holding the sword ghosting | |
I spoke | |
And the whole world felt it | |
And when I rhyme signed and unsigned mcs get dealt with | |
Off instinct | |
Black belt makes tracks melt purposely | |
When their motherfucking style is mysery | |
Verse with me, zone out | |
Yeah | |
From when his !!!!!!!!!!!! sense | |
To find my mind shift to a quality stage | |
So while y'all niggaz flash diamonds | |
Me in the last !!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
Trying to outshine y'all | |
To the last assignment | |
Move in silence if you want more violence | |
Catch y'all with that iron | |
You start firing | |
Hot ones | |
My LP is pure coke for heads to nod to | |
I write tracks that attract coliseums | |
It's uncut like real dro | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it's whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it's whatever you want | |
So cold cut y'all know | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it's whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it's whatever you want | |
Ayo my music feels real good that's why the real feels it | |
Plus the rest of that shit should get filted | |
Who would've thought that a nigga from Cali would've brought the game back to the witted | |
They built it | |
My cypha sound surrounds the earth to leave the planet tilted | |
Quick to spill ill shit for real | |
And underwater niggaz is bitin' like pits with gills | |
That's why I never show love to a snaked deception | |
I chop the motherfucking head off and take the blessing | |
The lesson digester | |
Throw the bitch like crack fouls | |
I crush your wack style cause you'll never get the best of | |
Mr. Mechanical | |
Guerilla congeal | |
General | |
Mageneral | |
I was raised !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fly criminals | |
It's Planet Asia | |
From F.C. the most craziest | |
With nine hundred and ninety nine names to the alias | |
You know who keeps steady | |
Ladies and Gents this is a major event | |
Move in silence if you want more violence | |
Catch y'all with that iron | |
You start firing | |
Hot ones | |
My LP is pure coke for heads to nod to | |
This is for my niggas to ride to | |
It's uncut like real dro | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it's whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it's whatever you want | |
So cold cut y'all know | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it's whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it's whatever you want | |
4x | |
scratches*********** | |
Planet, ain't a damn thing changed | |
It's a game but he don't play | |
As I keep a microphone in my palm | |
2x |
zuo qu : Barrias, Green, Henson | |
It' s uncut like real dro | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
So cold cut y' all know | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
Ayo, crazy in the head | |
My rock steady shots turn niggas to crazy legs | |
From crush groove to crush dice | |
I touch mikes plus I leave MCs hallucinating off my raps like dust | |
From solid land to shallow | |
From ocean to link the rap shall be felt | |
Once the god takes shape | |
Invisible Form | |
The earth is yes seen change | |
Or can straight kill all material so respect G | |
I thought I told y' all that Jason was a threat | |
I could have sworn niggas learned from The Faces of Death | |
Strapped cocked and rocking my raps | |
Silent weapons supply | |
Wars behold the barehoarse horseman | |
Holding the sword ghosting | |
I spoke | |
And the whole world felt it | |
And when I rhyme signed and unsigned mcs get dealt with | |
Off instinct | |
Black belt makes tracks melt purposely | |
When their motherfucking style is mysery | |
Verse with me, zone out | |
Yeah | |
From when his nbsp!!!!!!!!!!!! sense | |
To find my mind shift to a quality stage | |
So while y' all niggaz flash diamonds | |
Me in the last nbsp!!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
Trying to outshine y' all | |
To the last assignment | |
Move in silence if you want more violence | |
Catch y' all with that iron | |
You start firing | |
Hot ones | |
My LP is pure coke for heads to nod to | |
I write tracks that attract coliseums | |
It' s uncut like real dro | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
So cold cut y' all know | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
Ayo my music feels real good that' s why the real feels it | |
Plus the rest of that shit should get filted | |
Who would' ve thought that a nigga from Cali would' ve brought the game back to the witted | |
They built it | |
My cypha sound surrounds the earth to leave the planet tilted | |
Quick to spill ill shit for real | |
And underwater niggaz is bitin' like pits with gills | |
That' s why I never show love to a snaked deception | |
I chop the motherfucking head off and take the blessing | |
The lesson digester | |
Throw the bitch like crack fouls | |
I crush your wack style cause you' ll never get the best of | |
Mr. Mechanical | |
Guerilla congeal | |
General | |
Mageneral | |
I was raised nbsp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fly criminals | |
It' s Planet Asia | |
From F. C. the most craziest | |
With nine hundred and ninety nine names to the alias | |
You know who keeps steady | |
Ladies and Gents this is a major event | |
Move in silence if you want more violence | |
Catch y' all with that iron | |
You start firing | |
Hot ones | |
My LP is pure coke for heads to nod to | |
This is for my niggas to ride to | |
It' s uncut like real dro | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
So cold cut y' all know | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
4x | |
scratches | |
Planet, ain' t a damn thing changed | |
It' s a game but he don' t play | |
As I keep a microphone in my palm | |
2x |
zuò qǔ : Barrias, Green, Henson | |
It' s uncut like real dro | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
So cold cut y' all know | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
Ayo, crazy in the head | |
My rock steady shots turn niggas to crazy legs | |
From crush groove to crush dice | |
I touch mikes plus I leave MCs hallucinating off my raps like dust | |
From solid land to shallow | |
From ocean to link the rap shall be felt | |
Once the god takes shape | |
Invisible Form | |
The earth is yes seen change | |
Or can straight kill all material so respect G | |
I thought I told y' all that Jason was a threat | |
I could have sworn niggas learned from The Faces of Death | |
Strapped cocked and rocking my raps | |
Silent weapons supply | |
Wars behold the barehoarse horseman | |
Holding the sword ghosting | |
I spoke | |
And the whole world felt it | |
And when I rhyme signed and unsigned mcs get dealt with | |
Off instinct | |
Black belt makes tracks melt purposely | |
When their motherfucking style is mysery | |
Verse with me, zone out | |
Yeah | |
From when his nbsp!!!!!!!!!!!! sense | |
To find my mind shift to a quality stage | |
So while y' all niggaz flash diamonds | |
Me in the last nbsp!!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
Trying to outshine y' all | |
To the last assignment | |
Move in silence if you want more violence | |
Catch y' all with that iron | |
You start firing | |
Hot ones | |
My LP is pure coke for heads to nod to | |
I write tracks that attract coliseums | |
It' s uncut like real dro | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
So cold cut y' all know | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
Ayo my music feels real good that' s why the real feels it | |
Plus the rest of that shit should get filted | |
Who would' ve thought that a nigga from Cali would' ve brought the game back to the witted | |
They built it | |
My cypha sound surrounds the earth to leave the planet tilted | |
Quick to spill ill shit for real | |
And underwater niggaz is bitin' like pits with gills | |
That' s why I never show love to a snaked deception | |
I chop the motherfucking head off and take the blessing | |
The lesson digester | |
Throw the bitch like crack fouls | |
I crush your wack style cause you' ll never get the best of | |
Mr. Mechanical | |
Guerilla congeal | |
General | |
Mageneral | |
I was raised nbsp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fly criminals | |
It' s Planet Asia | |
From F. C. the most craziest | |
With nine hundred and ninety nine names to the alias | |
You know who keeps steady | |
Ladies and Gents this is a major event | |
Move in silence if you want more violence | |
Catch y' all with that iron | |
You start firing | |
Hot ones | |
My LP is pure coke for heads to nod to | |
This is for my niggas to ride to | |
It' s uncut like real dro | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
So cold cut y' all know | |
We coming with that real flow | |
When we get together it' s whatever you want | |
And when we put it down it' s whatever you want | |
4x | |
scratches | |
Planet, ain' t a damn thing changed | |
It' s a game but he don' t play | |
As I keep a microphone in my palm | |
2x |