Play The Drum Lyrics
| Song | Play The Drum |
| Artist | Zeph & Azeem |
| Album | Om Hip Hop Vol. 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Listen up) | |
| Refrain | |
| I want to play the drums (ah ha ah ha) | |
| In such a crazy way (come on, come on) | |
| and everyone around will say | |
| you ought to here him play (lick shots) | |
| Ya'll slippin' | |
| at your notebook leakin' | |
| I'm grim-reapin' | |
| long days, no weekend | |
| Vacation, please | |
| you ain't Peep it? | |
| we're Ruling the scene right now | |
| can't leave it | |
| Ain't an MC in the bay that could see this | |
| B-List they couldn't crawl through my sneakers | |
| Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus | |
| My pens alive all my lyrics are wild creatures | |
| If- speakers had teeth they'd rip you to pieces | |
| Ferocious beast of speech | |
| Priest of reason | |
| Hip Hop nation? That Sh*% treason | |
| My pen screams- "This ain't ink trick, I'm bleeding!" | |
| Whatever it is you got we don't need it | |
| Kick Rocks. you see I'm busy right?. Beat it! | |
| These ain't lyrics, it's my notebook dreaming | |
| I wrote this while leaning on a brown skin queen from Sweden | |
| Life's streaming | |
| My rhymes are stars | |
| I'm crying by the river | |
| You singing Babylon songs | |
| I'm a young Yoda | |
| Yo, my tongue does yoga | |
| Soilder's son | |
| run parumpah pum pum | |
| Refrain | |
| This is Vision | |
| I proceed with the mission | |
| and stretch like guitar strings that crawl through the rhythm | |
| Collision of blends | |
| Classic selection of diction | |
| Surgically written precision | |
| Sick with the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips | |
| make you quit or just lie to yourself | |
| and yo' click | |
| lookin' stiff to the playback | |
| like- "yeah that the shit!" but it aint. | |
| I'm just saying since 2006 | |
| and you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought's dick | |
| Counterfeit styles on some half off sh*% | |
| Same cats wanna give my dap talk Sh*% | |
| walk around the bar like they bought false tits (oh on) | |
| you can light a Molotov of this | |
| arabs and robbers I chop off wrists | |
| Hip Hop fanatics better run and call KRiS | |
| If I see you on stage I'm a run and call- BLITZ! | |
| Refrain | |
| I'll play and play and play and play some more | |
| As no on ever played the drums before | |
| At times I catch vibe and my rhymes so sick | |
| Feelin like I could rip NAS like Chubb Rock did | |
| On- To the Grill Again | |
| Feel it in my fingers when I fill it in | |
| Killin' 'em, because they only push pens to minimum | |
| Please I give them what they've never seen | |
| My style has wings more than syllables | |
| Azeem make you fell the results | |
| Super hand my minds a Hulk 10 years | |
| Each fresher then the last one is | |
| You can't catch-up unless you got a magical wrist | |
| a mountain of coke and help from every rapper that lived in the biz. | |
| Cheers.. | |
| Ask you're friends who's the illest | |
| on the mic niggaz' screaming | |
| “Ismail tried to kill us” | |
| Refrain |
| Listen up | |
| Refrain | |
| I want to play the drums ah ha ah ha | |
| In such a crazy way come on, come on | |
| and everyone around will say | |
| you ought to here him play lick shots | |
| Ya' ll slippin' | |
| at your notebook leakin' | |
| I' m grimreapin' | |
| long days, no weekend | |
| Vacation, please | |
| you ain' t Peep it? | |
| we' re Ruling the scene right now | |
| can' t leave it | |
| Ain' t an MC in the bay that could see this | |
| BList they couldn' t crawl through my sneakers | |
| Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus | |
| My pens alive all my lyrics are wild creatures | |
| If speakers had teeth they' d rip you to pieces | |
| Ferocious beast of speech | |
| Priest of reason | |
| Hip Hop nation? That Sh treason | |
| My pen screams " This ain' t ink trick, I' m bleeding!" | |
| Whatever it is you got we don' t need it | |
| Kick Rocks. you see I' m busy right?. Beat it! | |
| These ain' t lyrics, it' s my notebook dreaming | |
| I wrote this while leaning on a brown skin queen from Sweden | |
| Life' s streaming | |
| My rhymes are stars | |
| I' m crying by the river | |
| You singing Babylon songs | |
| I' m a young Yoda | |
| Yo, my tongue does yoga | |
| Soilder' s son | |
| run parumpah pum pum | |
| Refrain | |
| This is Vision | |
| I proceed with the mission | |
| and stretch like guitar strings that crawl through the rhythm | |
| Collision of blends | |
| Classic selection of diction | |
| Surgically written precision | |
| Sick with the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips | |
| make you quit or just lie to yourself | |
| and yo' click | |
| lookin' stiff to the playback | |
| like " yeah that the shit!" but it aint. | |
| I' m just saying since 2006 | |
| and you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought' s dick | |
| Counterfeit styles on some half off sh | |
| Same cats wanna give my dap talk Sh | |
| walk around the bar like they bought false tits oh on | |
| you can light a Molotov of this | |
| arabs and robbers I chop off wrists | |
| Hip Hop fanatics better run and call KRiS | |
| If I see you on stage I' m a run and call BLITZ! | |
| Refrain | |
| I' ll play and play and play and play some more | |
| As no on ever played the drums before | |
| At times I catch vibe and my rhymes so sick | |
| Feelin like I could rip NAS like Chubb Rock did | |
| On To the Grill Again | |
| Feel it in my fingers when I fill it in | |
| Killin' ' em, because they only push pens to minimum | |
| Please I give them what they' ve never seen | |
| My style has wings more than syllables | |
| Azeem make you fell the results | |
| Super hand my minds a Hulk 10 years | |
| Each fresher then the last one is | |
| You can' t catchup unless you got a magical wrist | |
| a mountain of coke and help from every rapper that lived in the biz. | |
| Cheers.. | |
| Ask you' re friends who' s the illest | |
| on the mic niggaz' screaming | |
| " Ismail tried to kill us" | |
| Refrain |
| Listen up | |
| Refrain | |
| I want to play the drums ah ha ah ha | |
| In such a crazy way come on, come on | |
| and everyone around will say | |
| you ought to here him play lick shots | |
| Ya' ll slippin' | |
| at your notebook leakin' | |
| I' m grimreapin' | |
| long days, no weekend | |
| Vacation, please | |
| you ain' t Peep it? | |
| we' re Ruling the scene right now | |
| can' t leave it | |
| Ain' t an MC in the bay that could see this | |
| BList they couldn' t crawl through my sneakers | |
| Fists and tough tits, cuffs, and Black Jesus | |
| My pens alive all my lyrics are wild creatures | |
| If speakers had teeth they' d rip you to pieces | |
| Ferocious beast of speech | |
| Priest of reason | |
| Hip Hop nation? That Sh treason | |
| My pen screams " This ain' t ink trick, I' m bleeding!" | |
| Whatever it is you got we don' t need it | |
| Kick Rocks. you see I' m busy right?. Beat it! | |
| These ain' t lyrics, it' s my notebook dreaming | |
| I wrote this while leaning on a brown skin queen from Sweden | |
| Life' s streaming | |
| My rhymes are stars | |
| I' m crying by the river | |
| You singing Babylon songs | |
| I' m a young Yoda | |
| Yo, my tongue does yoga | |
| Soilder' s son | |
| run parumpah pum pum | |
| Refrain | |
| This is Vision | |
| I proceed with the mission | |
| and stretch like guitar strings that crawl through the rhythm | |
| Collision of blends | |
| Classic selection of diction | |
| Surgically written precision | |
| Sick with the tip of the tongue, teeth and lips | |
| make you quit or just lie to yourself | |
| and yo' click | |
| lookin' stiff to the playback | |
| like " yeah that the shit!" but it aint. | |
| I' m just saying since 2006 | |
| and you still sound like you ridin' Black Thought' s dick | |
| Counterfeit styles on some half off sh | |
| Same cats wanna give my dap talk Sh | |
| walk around the bar like they bought false tits oh on | |
| you can light a Molotov of this | |
| arabs and robbers I chop off wrists | |
| Hip Hop fanatics better run and call KRiS | |
| If I see you on stage I' m a run and call BLITZ! | |
| Refrain | |
| I' ll play and play and play and play some more | |
| As no on ever played the drums before | |
| At times I catch vibe and my rhymes so sick | |
| Feelin like I could rip NAS like Chubb Rock did | |
| On To the Grill Again | |
| Feel it in my fingers when I fill it in | |
| Killin' ' em, because they only push pens to minimum | |
| Please I give them what they' ve never seen | |
| My style has wings more than syllables | |
| Azeem make you fell the results | |
| Super hand my minds a Hulk 10 years | |
| Each fresher then the last one is | |
| You can' t catchup unless you got a magical wrist | |
| a mountain of coke and help from every rapper that lived in the biz. | |
| Cheers.. | |
| Ask you' re friends who' s the illest | |
| on the mic niggaz' screaming | |
| " Ismail tried to kill us" | |
| Refrain |
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