Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Klang


Schnittstelle


Schwierigkeitsgrad


Akzent



Schnittstellensprache

de

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
registrieren / anmelden
Lyrkit

spenden

5$

Lyrkit

spenden

10$

Lyrkit

spenden

20$

Lyrkit

Und/oder mich im sozialen Bereich unterstützen. Netzwerke:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Evidence

The Far Left

 

The Far Left

(Album: The Layover EP - 2008)


I am the maestro that's composing these dope jams
Got fiends tapping their arms for that dope slam
On the low like the witness protection program
Critics [?] to guerrillas with killers let em ride out
Bout to take open the latch and then I climb out
To the atmosphere so I can really find out
Who's scheming when I walk around with the shines out
I see them, pay no attention, I make boss moves
Pay kings no attention cause the cash rules
Kingpin I'm in on anything that moves
It's the anchorman, I deliver the bad news
At least a couple thousand in my pocket, no less
Can't even stop to take a breather cause there's no rest
Yo I map my positions what I know best
From California but I represent the whole west
They like goddamn, who gives a fuck about them blocks you ran?
How you walk around with choppers like it's Iran
You grew up in the burbs, you are not the man
I was in the kitchen, pots, pans
See I'm about action, you plot, plan
Pull up to the spot, I stop, they scram
Got em out in Philly like ock's not playing
High definition like Comcast
Left coast district on smash
I'm the next edition, just do the math
The only missing link to the movement was Fash
You can tell by the bass that's ALC
Ask EV, I'm on my j-o-b
So it's never a drought, fiends don't sweat
East side but I represent the whole F
Product of them grizzly city projects
I get a good sleep with my soul at rest
CA but I represent the whole west
Coast to the death, fuck you respect, it's the F
I am slow flow that's controlling all these live jams
It's myself once again till I'm tried
Prove but don't lose, he gets violent
A starving student that won't move, I'm like why not
Go to the place then let him ride out till I'm high got
My name in hall of fame CA and I'mma ride out
Eyes open, 20/20, he's a whiteowl
No joking, money first, I'm like a tri-band
Cellphone on the other side of your land
I'm programmed either way I hold my own cam
And film, ain't no fucking stand I bought my own land
Still never ran, never will, goddamn
Never gonna knock me off my throne, plan
B is not an option, I'm a grown man
Known for moving weight so I'm pro-gramsВ 

Erledigt

Hast du alle unbekannten Wörter aus diesem Lied hinzugefügt?