Side Line (Scratch By DJCrokey) Lyrics
| Song | Side Line (Scratch By DJCrokey) |
| Artist | Backward |
| Album | Time For Us |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : ModernT | |
| 作词 : Big Smoke/8crayz | |
| keep da record playin' | |
| ma plan is plain | |
| under the reign of the fame | |
| unfamous rappers wanna change | |
| i'll represent'em | |
| hey what a game | |
| I blame all that rappers for tv | |
| only rap when they need it | |
| All I’ve been given | |
| Is pain from all the ****in' gimmiks | |
| in this greedy city | |
| u can't see me ya timid | |
| 아첨 따위 난 안 해 | |
| 단신의 강심장 brave hearts | |
| my rap's like my mother's grace | |
| 모두 짜고 치는 레이스 갈 바엔 | |
| 발판에 단단한 람을 박고 갈게 man | |
| i start it from ma mind | |
| fo ma mama and ma pop | |
| i can't stop it till i die | |
| they said 왜 갓길로만 가 | |
| cuz i promise wit ma bra | |
| 돈독에 빠져 막 나갈 순 없기에 | |
| 지켜가 내 프라이드 | |
| 단단한 단어 너와 나 | |
| so I rockin' wit ma man | |
| yeah we walkin' on the sideline | |
| 그 스팟라잇 내게 가져와 줘 | |
| ma homie i can't clam down | |
| 신림 바닥부터 또 당산 안양 시흥 | |
| 외골수 기질 변함없어 | |
| i'm here fo real | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| rappers on sideline | |
| we the real dreamer | |
| u better recognize | |
| that rappers on the sideline | |
| you know | |
| already you come in a modern's | |
| I'm the satan | |
| 여긴 자리잡은 구역 | |
| a lot of pokers | |
| feeling like a rid in lotus | |
| 손을 뻗는 건 | |
| 더 위의 locus 딛는 곳은 | |
| rotten 변해 hands of 마이더스 | |
| 놀라 K to the P | |
| changing everting | |
| 언급한 건 무게 | |
| but 그 전보다도 가볍지 | |
| flow 난 그 것 바로 위 | |
| 박자를 당겨 미네 | |
| 네가 진짜를 언급해 | |
| you know what I mean that | |
| It's about the blood of vein | |
| I think da one phrase | |
| and the one hiphop for the on fan | |
| i'll be the one crazy | |
| 난 항상 걸었지 for first man | |
| I'll be the shine like a stan getz | |
| I'ts just time for me | |
| I've been thought | |
| about ma grave stone | |
| finally 그 벽을 허물고선 | |
| 무겔 짊어 메 | |
| 쫓는 건 life or trail | |
| 어느 곳보다 nasty and cold | |
| enfold gold and behold the throne | |
| I reborn in the void | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| rappers on sideline | |
| we the real dreamer | |
| u better recognize | |
| that rappers on the sideline | |
| i dream the life in cali lay back | |
| til i'm sick of molly | |
| dream the life like dali | |
| prolly i'm just surviving the times | |
| and i'd be make my mama proud me | |
| i prolly dream about me riding beamer | |
| a dreamer i used to be one | |
| said i'll stay same rock solid | |
| be the fever passion of christ | |
| need a ****ing sequal | |
| back then i was equal | |
| now i'm tainted worse than peoples | |
| after singles i got sick | |
| of playing the game | |
| i could see thru my self and | |
| i hope i had a eagle | |
| so i can taste the freedom | |
| much quicker than i repeat'em | |
| it's the kid who got that blues | |
| wonder when the sun comes up | |
| first thing i always underneath the surface | |
| the numbers always | |
| confuse me and use me | |
| i self abuse me | |
| i feel like god choose me | |
| i'm losing my balance | |
| afraid to tell her | |
| that my banks empty as 50's | |
| wancna talent | |
| but ain't no love for the sinners repell us | |
| a jeaouls rappers talk trash | |
| we dash into place 80 persent us | |
| went back to school | |
| cuz cash rulesi reprejent'emc | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| rappers on sideline | |
| we the real dreamer | |
| u better recognize | |
| that rappers on the sideline |
| zuo qu : ModernT | |
| zuo ci : Big Smoke 8crayz | |
| keep da record playin' | |
| ma plan is plain | |
| under the reign of the fame | |
| unfamous rappers wanna change | |
| i' ll represent' em | |
| hey what a game | |
| I blame all that rappers for tv | |
| only rap when they need it | |
| All I' ve been given | |
| Is pain from all the in' gimmiks | |
| in this greedy city | |
| u can' t see me ya timid | |
| brave hearts | |
| my rap' s like my mother' s grace | |
| man | |
| i start it from ma mind | |
| fo ma mama and ma pop | |
| i can' t stop it till i die | |
| they said | |
| cuz i promise wit ma bra | |
| so I rockin' wit ma man | |
| yeah we walkin' on the sideline | |
| ma homie i can' t clam down | |
| i' m here fo real | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| rappers on sideline | |
| we the real dreamer | |
| u better recognize | |
| that rappers on the sideline | |
| you know | |
| already you come in a modern' s | |
| I' m the satan | |
| a lot of pokers | |
| feeling like a rid in lotus | |
| locus | |
| rotten hands of | |
| K to the P | |
| changing everting | |
| but | |
| flow | |
| you know what I mean that | |
| It' s about the blood of vein | |
| I think da one phrase | |
| and the one hiphop for the on fan | |
| i' ll be the one crazy | |
| for first man | |
| I' ll be the shine like a stan getz | |
| I' ts just time for me | |
| I' ve been thought | |
| about ma grave stone | |
| finally | |
| life or trail | |
| nasty and cold | |
| enfold gold and behold the throne | |
| I reborn in the void | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| rappers on sideline | |
| we the real dreamer | |
| u better recognize | |
| that rappers on the sideline | |
| i dream the life in cali lay back | |
| til i' m sick of molly | |
| dream the life like dali | |
| prolly i' m just surviving the times | |
| and i' d be make my mama proud me | |
| i prolly dream about me riding beamer | |
| a dreamer i used to be one | |
| said i' ll stay same rock solid | |
| be the fever passion of christ | |
| need a ing sequal | |
| back then i was equal | |
| now i' m tainted worse than peoples | |
| after singles i got sick | |
| of playing the game | |
| i could see thru my self and | |
| i hope i had a eagle | |
| so i can taste the freedom | |
| much quicker than i repeat' em | |
| it' s the kid who got that blues | |
| wonder when the sun comes up | |
| first thing i always underneath the surface | |
| the numbers always | |
| confuse me and use me | |
| i self abuse me | |
| i feel like god choose me | |
| i' m losing my balance | |
| afraid to tell her | |
| that my banks empty as 50' s | |
| wancna talent | |
| but ain' t no love for the sinners repell us | |
| a jeaouls rappers talk trash | |
| we dash into place 80 persent us | |
| went back to school | |
| cuz cash rulesi reprejent' emc | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| rappers on sideline | |
| we the real dreamer | |
| u better recognize | |
| that rappers on the sideline |
| zuò qǔ : ModernT | |
| zuò cí : Big Smoke 8crayz | |
| keep da record playin' | |
| ma plan is plain | |
| under the reign of the fame | |
| unfamous rappers wanna change | |
| i' ll represent' em | |
| hey what a game | |
| I blame all that rappers for tv | |
| only rap when they need it | |
| All I' ve been given | |
| Is pain from all the in' gimmiks | |
| in this greedy city | |
| u can' t see me ya timid | |
| brave hearts | |
| my rap' s like my mother' s grace | |
| man | |
| i start it from ma mind | |
| fo ma mama and ma pop | |
| i can' t stop it till i die | |
| they said | |
| cuz i promise wit ma bra | |
| so I rockin' wit ma man | |
| yeah we walkin' on the sideline | |
| ma homie i can' t clam down | |
| i' m here fo real | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| rappers on sideline | |
| we the real dreamer | |
| u better recognize | |
| that rappers on the sideline | |
| you know | |
| already you come in a modern' s | |
| I' m the satan | |
| a lot of pokers | |
| feeling like a rid in lotus | |
| locus | |
| rotten hands of | |
| K to the P | |
| changing everting | |
| but | |
| flow | |
| you know what I mean that | |
| It' s about the blood of vein | |
| I think da one phrase | |
| and the one hiphop for the on fan | |
| i' ll be the one crazy | |
| for first man | |
| I' ll be the shine like a stan getz | |
| I' ts just time for me | |
| I' ve been thought | |
| about ma grave stone | |
| finally | |
| life or trail | |
| nasty and cold | |
| enfold gold and behold the throne | |
| I reborn in the void | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| rappers on sideline | |
| we the real dreamer | |
| u better recognize | |
| that rappers on the sideline | |
| i dream the life in cali lay back | |
| til i' m sick of molly | |
| dream the life like dali | |
| prolly i' m just surviving the times | |
| and i' d be make my mama proud me | |
| i prolly dream about me riding beamer | |
| a dreamer i used to be one | |
| said i' ll stay same rock solid | |
| be the fever passion of christ | |
| need a ing sequal | |
| back then i was equal | |
| now i' m tainted worse than peoples | |
| after singles i got sick | |
| of playing the game | |
| i could see thru my self and | |
| i hope i had a eagle | |
| so i can taste the freedom | |
| much quicker than i repeat' em | |
| it' s the kid who got that blues | |
| wonder when the sun comes up | |
| first thing i always underneath the surface | |
| the numbers always | |
| confuse me and use me | |
| i self abuse me | |
| i feel like god choose me | |
| i' m losing my balance | |
| afraid to tell her | |
| that my banks empty as 50' s | |
| wancna talent | |
| but ain' t no love for the sinners repell us | |
| a jeaouls rappers talk trash | |
| we dash into place 80 persent us | |
| went back to school | |
| cuz cash rulesi reprejent' emc | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| i got my own rhymes | |
| u just rhyme stealers | |
| rappers on sideline | |
| we the real dreamer | |
| u better recognize | |
| that rappers on the sideline |
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