Alps Cru - Check Da Status | Текст песни

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[Verse 1 P Da Wicked Vocal]

Here we go on a never ending saga,drama,
Yes I'm a eat your ass up,like my name was Jeffrey Dahmer
I rhyme,who I be
The P Da Wicked V O C..AL,
Create the beat for intensity..Density
Among the industry none get with me...
I come with a twist,twist come with me see
Lyrics so tight,like cotton shirts from the dryer
On a higher plane where I rest my brain
Brain my rest is restless,leave you breathless
You're just as
Equal to me as 5-0 is equal to justice

[Verse 2 : Shorty Live]

The underground rapper displays flows
In ways that attack the opposition, now, move in position
To break through and conquer
The crew consists
Of the chosen few who maintained to subdue, all the bullshit
To all contenders, there's no surrender
Get blown to bits, unconvinced
Step in the center
From Brooklyn it's danger.
Loaded up to blow
My coefficient swinging high, Live on the down low..
With the plot for straight blowin' the spot
And dead serious..
Some brother had next intentions and got shot..
By the borough snatchin' green, gettin' rowdy on the
Scene..the definition of death to all live competition..
Nasty like incest..
To play the unheard roll is in your best interest
Brooklyn's out of control..

[Hook]

[Verse 3 : Shorty Live]

This goes to Mr. Hav in the hook
To L out in the vile, Big Rah from the bush, all peoples who know the deal...
With the raps, baggin' dimes, never slicin' ya knaps, so slide to side crews collapse..
They're catching contact
From the vibe which penetrates and scars the mind like grape..
Once in the system the suspect becomes another victim..
Who crumbles from the press and reveals the real deal by getting stressed and depressed
I maintain, smokes my ses..plus the S on my chest detects those who oppose but reflect in my reflection..
You play yourself we upend your protection
Roll up the trees..Brooklyn's in the house no question

[Verse 4 : Rob III]

I blow minds like a trick blows a dick,somewhat like a virus leaving microphones sick, my style is schick..
But even sharper than a razor..
So drop to your knees, bow down and give praise to the lyrical king, yea that's right I hold the title
I wrote a book of rhymes and now it's called the the lyrical bible..
I'm your idle..
The highest form of supremacy..
MC's who all once battled..
They all remember me.
Cause I command their thought, actions and even their dreams, and have them strung out like crack fiends, I demolish them, tear their ass up into pieces, crew them up like Reeses and expel them through my feces

[Verse 5 : P Da Wicked Vocal]

Now I'm on your brain and I'll remain like a stain
Cause every inch of me is true hip hop to the grain.
I've got more will than smith, this ain't no myth
By the end of this you'll know we be lyricist to deal with
So stand clear as I impregnate mics with rhymes..
As you get the boot and remain mute like mimes..
I spray rhymes like sprinklers in the summer..
Rhyme over piano and guitar strummers and stay rugged like Hummers
Lay more pipe than plumbers and dis all new comers
Then go spastic and start beatin' on their heads like drummers
The three of us form as one to bless the apparatus..
ALPS CRU COMIN" THROUGH DO THE KNOWLEDGE..CHECK THE STATUS