Song | Sophisticated Mic Pro's |
Artist | Rasco |
Album | The Birth EP |
作词 : Rasco | |
Welcome to the surplus | |
My rhymes underneath the surface | |
Time to bring it to the light right | |
Despite what you thought you heard | |
I be hearing other words going around | |
Fuck these clowns | |
Ran from my 9 to 5 | |
Still plan to keep it live all day | |
Can't see it any other way | |
It's time for me to execute | |
Maybe be the next to shoot | |
Blow out your dome get gone | |
Looking at me sideways | |
They might find you in your driveway | |
Or some remote highway | |
I do it my way | |
Never convert to yours | |
Hate you motherfuckers time to settle the score | |
Full court press we stress | |
Then open up your chest, shatter the cage | |
No 12 gauge | |
We super deluxe and worth 6-digit bucks | |
We rockin them jams about 2000 plus, what | |
[CHORUS x2] | |
We flip these while you niggas flip those | |
The dopest MC's that got the sickest type flows | |
We blowin their domes whenever we rock the shows | |
We up in they face sophisticated mic pros | |
Now who can you trust to keep hiphop alive | |
With classical shit since 1995 | |
While niggas insist they #1 on the list | |
I hit em with this and put they minds in a twist | |
We gettin the gist we got the hand with the plan | |
The illest MC to ever come from San Fran | |
Money and grands you better watch the quick hand | |
Your money can drop like it was fertile quicksand | |
You seein a man who had a choice with a voice | |
Be speakin it loud now everybody wanna crowd | |
But nevertheless the best man on the mic | |
You try to recite but can't get the lines right | |
We comin tonight droppin grenades on parades | |
When I don't get paid I leave the whole block sprayed | |
No further delays about a thou for the show | |
Be up in their face sophisticated mic pros, what | |
[CHORUS x2] | |
Yo we three steps ahead of y'all | |
You niggas thought that I was scared a y'all | |
You niggas need the Geritol | |
The Rookie of the Year is clear | |
Maybe better yet the vet regrets that ain't settled in yet | |
But none of y'all could pose a threat | |
I pump fear in the vein remain the same | |
Go against the grain | |
Keep it straight ahead so spread | |
I be goin for they head takin they neck | |
Takin my respect | |
Let me think back and reflect and reminisce over this beat | |
While y'all be runnin in the streets | |
Knowin that you can't compete | |
I fly with the whole fleet bringin the heat | |
Watchin y'all cheat | |
This game wasn't made for kids | |
We get rid of the weak rhymes | |
So when it's time to speak mine | |
I got about a thousand flows | |
No time for the hoes who know sophisticated mic pros | |
[CHORUS x2] | |
Understand this | |
Grand imperial | |
Soulfather Rasco | |
You know it | |
Peace to Planet Asia | |
Cali Agents Nigga | |
Believe that | |
99 to 2 Thou |
zuò cí : Rasco | |
Welcome to the surplus | |
My rhymes underneath the surface | |
Time to bring it to the light right | |
Despite what you thought you heard | |
I be hearing other words going around | |
Fuck these clowns | |
Ran from my 9 to 5 | |
Still plan to keep it live all day | |
Can' t see it any other way | |
It' s time for me to execute | |
Maybe be the next to shoot | |
Blow out your dome get gone | |
Looking at me sideways | |
They might find you in your driveway | |
Or some remote highway | |
I do it my way | |
Never convert to yours | |
Hate you motherfuckers time to settle the score | |
Full court press we stress | |
Then open up your chest, shatter the cage | |
No 12 gauge | |
We super deluxe and worth 6digit bucks | |
We rockin them jams about 2000 plus, what | |
CHORUS x2 | |
We flip these while you niggas flip those | |
The dopest MC' s that got the sickest type flows | |
We blowin their domes whenever we rock the shows | |
We up in they face sophisticated mic pros | |
Now who can you trust to keep hiphop alive | |
With classical shit since 1995 | |
While niggas insist they 1 on the list | |
I hit em with this and put they minds in a twist | |
We gettin the gist we got the hand with the plan | |
The illest MC to ever come from San Fran | |
Money and grands you better watch the quick hand | |
Your money can drop like it was fertile quicksand | |
You seein a man who had a choice with a voice | |
Be speakin it loud now everybody wanna crowd | |
But nevertheless the best man on the mic | |
You try to recite but can' t get the lines right | |
We comin tonight droppin grenades on parades | |
When I don' t get paid I leave the whole block sprayed | |
No further delays about a thou for the show | |
Be up in their face sophisticated mic pros, what | |
CHORUS x2 | |
Yo we three steps ahead of y' all | |
You niggas thought that I was scared a y' all | |
You niggas need the Geritol | |
The Rookie of the Year is clear | |
Maybe better yet the vet regrets that ain' t settled in yet | |
But none of y' all could pose a threat | |
I pump fear in the vein remain the same | |
Go against the grain | |
Keep it straight ahead so spread | |
I be goin for they head takin they neck | |
Takin my respect | |
Let me think back and reflect and reminisce over this beat | |
While y' all be runnin in the streets | |
Knowin that you can' t compete | |
I fly with the whole fleet bringin the heat | |
Watchin y' all cheat | |
This game wasn' t made for kids | |
We get rid of the weak rhymes | |
So when it' s time to speak mine | |
I got about a thousand flows | |
No time for the hoes who know sophisticated mic pros | |
CHORUS x2 | |
Understand this | |
Grand imperial | |
Soulfather Rasco | |
You know it | |
Peace to Planet Asia | |
Cali Agents Nigga | |
Believe that | |
99 to 2 Thou |