Order Out (feat.DJ D.Rek) Lyrics
| Song | Order Out (feat.DJ D.Rek) |
| Artist | Rap on Me? |
| Album | Rap on Me? |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Rap on Me> | |
| 作词 : Copywrite,Tame One,Ruste Juxx | |
| Verse 1: "I rip it down raw, the shit hip-hop fiends stick around for. Twerkin like Bergen on the first street, left side brown door ,word to the streets, whats up. I turn down turn up attempts 100 percent at any event from rhyme cyphers to a studio all nighter event. I dent what you represent and scratch way more than the surface. Verses be nervous lip service. Rappers be lacking purpose, bar for bar. I turn rap beef to steak tar tar. Dudes is too fragile to battle they write hallmark cards. How you mad at me though, your life is a reality show that bitches get lost in. But I love New York like Mr. Boston, and my flavor of love gets hot from all this recordin. Pops is important, ima go batshit like commisioner Gordon. So oldschool listeners go get your walkman, come back for Osama Bin Laden." DJ Scratch Hook. Verse 2: "Any rapper to call me out just get on a song and shout. Ill retort it before his adlibs are recorded out. Thats the sound of your favorite rapper getting courted out. Smoke about a quarter of the forest then we order out. Visual 24 bars split screen with emcees, no statuatory rape a 16 is a tease, bumps and bruises, blunts and land cruisers, sluts with shampoos and cunts their man douches. Rush they took they damn time I **** once and amnesia struck my damn mind. Going up like landlines Im blowing up like land mines. Throwing up my damn lines. If your girl aint hoein up while you live where it snow and stuff and your girl showing up with tan lines. Youre an above the ground peasant, im and underground legend with a hundred round weapon run around stressing. DJ Scratch Hook. Verse 3: "Ay deeee dotty ditty day. Watch my dj scratch and that graffiti spray. Im hiphop in the flesh yall, plus the wrong one to test yall. Bless yall with an ill verse from the vault. Killa crime boss im connected to the cult. The aggressor murdered the predecessor. Snatch the tech off the dresser for the oppressor. Pressure burst pipes, I merc mics, left the flame blow then I burn rubber on dirt bikes. Rapper stealing punch lines straight larsony. Gun on every limb you dont want no parts of me. Varsity player, sprayer, then I went pro. I elegantly execute from intro. Ruste Juxx nigga Brooklyn. Get your mother****ing forehead pushed in." DJ Scratch Hook |
| zuo qu : Rap on Me | |
| zuo ci : Copywrite, Tame One, Ruste Juxx | |
| Verse 1: " I rip it down raw, the shit hiphop fiends stick around for. Twerkin like Bergen on the first street, left side brown door , word to the streets, whats up. I turn down turn up attempts 100 percent at any event from rhyme cyphers to a studio all nighter event. I dent what you represent and scratch way more than the surface. Verses be nervous lip service. Rappers be lacking purpose, bar for bar. I turn rap beef to steak tar tar. Dudes is too fragile to battle they write hallmark cards. How you mad at me though, your life is a reality show that bitches get lost in. But I love New York like Mr. Boston, and my flavor of love gets hot from all this recordin. Pops is important, ima go batshit like commisioner Gordon. So oldschool listeners go get your walkman, come back for Osama Bin Laden." DJ Scratch Hook. Verse 2: " Any rapper to call me out just get on a song and shout. Ill retort it before his adlibs are recorded out. Thats the sound of your favorite rapper getting courted out. Smoke about a quarter of the forest then we order out. Visual 24 bars split screen with emcees, no statuatory rape a 16 is a tease, bumps and bruises, blunts and land cruisers, sluts with shampoos and cunts their man douches. Rush they took they damn time I once and amnesia struck my damn mind. Going up like landlines Im blowing up like land mines. Throwing up my damn lines. If your girl aint hoein up while you live where it snow and stuff and your girl showing up with tan lines. Youre an above the ground peasant, im and underground legend with a hundred round weapon run around stressing. DJ Scratch Hook. Verse 3: " Ay deeee dotty ditty day. Watch my dj scratch and that graffiti spray. Im hiphop in the flesh yall, plus the wrong one to test yall. Bless yall with an ill verse from the vault. Killa crime boss im connected to the cult. The aggressor murdered the predecessor. Snatch the tech off the dresser for the oppressor. Pressure burst pipes, I merc mics, left the flame blow then I burn rubber on dirt bikes. Rapper stealing punch lines straight larsony. Gun on every limb you dont want no parts of me. Varsity player, sprayer, then I went pro. I elegantly execute from intro. Ruste Juxx nigga Brooklyn. Get your mother ing forehead pushed in." DJ Scratch Hook |
| zuò qǔ : Rap on Me | |
| zuò cí : Copywrite, Tame One, Ruste Juxx | |
| Verse 1: " I rip it down raw, the shit hiphop fiends stick around for. Twerkin like Bergen on the first street, left side brown door , word to the streets, whats up. I turn down turn up attempts 100 percent at any event from rhyme cyphers to a studio all nighter event. I dent what you represent and scratch way more than the surface. Verses be nervous lip service. Rappers be lacking purpose, bar for bar. I turn rap beef to steak tar tar. Dudes is too fragile to battle they write hallmark cards. How you mad at me though, your life is a reality show that bitches get lost in. But I love New York like Mr. Boston, and my flavor of love gets hot from all this recordin. Pops is important, ima go batshit like commisioner Gordon. So oldschool listeners go get your walkman, come back for Osama Bin Laden." DJ Scratch Hook. Verse 2: " Any rapper to call me out just get on a song and shout. Ill retort it before his adlibs are recorded out. Thats the sound of your favorite rapper getting courted out. Smoke about a quarter of the forest then we order out. Visual 24 bars split screen with emcees, no statuatory rape a 16 is a tease, bumps and bruises, blunts and land cruisers, sluts with shampoos and cunts their man douches. Rush they took they damn time I once and amnesia struck my damn mind. Going up like landlines Im blowing up like land mines. Throwing up my damn lines. If your girl aint hoein up while you live where it snow and stuff and your girl showing up with tan lines. Youre an above the ground peasant, im and underground legend with a hundred round weapon run around stressing. DJ Scratch Hook. Verse 3: " Ay deeee dotty ditty day. Watch my dj scratch and that graffiti spray. Im hiphop in the flesh yall, plus the wrong one to test yall. Bless yall with an ill verse from the vault. Killa crime boss im connected to the cult. The aggressor murdered the predecessor. Snatch the tech off the dresser for the oppressor. Pressure burst pipes, I merc mics, left the flame blow then I burn rubber on dirt bikes. Rapper stealing punch lines straight larsony. Gun on every limb you dont want no parts of me. Varsity player, sprayer, then I went pro. I elegantly execute from intro. Ruste Juxx nigga Brooklyn. Get your mother ing forehead pushed in." DJ Scratch Hook |
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