Nightclub Fight Club - Burning the Book (feat. Mac Lethal) | Текст песни

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Hook (KSol, Mike, JP):
We're the mad ones takin over the game
Nightclub Fight Club, ain't it always the same?
We're the mad ones, when the rules are ingrained
We're burning the book, we're burning the book
We're the mad ones, takin over the style
Nightclub Fight Club, ain't it takin you higher?
We're the mad ones, when the rules are on trial
We're burning the book

Mike:
If you wanna get it, gotta green it, Mountain Dew it
Gotta get into it, do it to it, knew that I'ma glue it
to ya and your foolish crew, so you losers never lose it
fluid flow and stupido cuz you are new and I am fluent
yeah I just ruined ya, the crowd be booin ya
I say one word and ya heard the crowd be boomin, yo
want nothin to do with ya, got left by your crew and 'em
while I be writing hymns, you spit hers, boo-hooin up
Rippin in the kitchen and I'm payin tips to all the waiters
listenin and trippin off some Angel crystals
all you haters masturbatin to my flow tryin to learn to come right
after fate done fucked you over with a lack of tongue life
a "pow" and a "woah" my gun is the loudest alarm with a scope
I'm plowin your ho like fuckin was plowin a farm with a hoe
It's scary how jack-of-all-trades I am with flow so deep
man, I'm jack-o-lantern like you don't even know of my creep
Makin my mother cry with yet another sexual reference
everyone want me in the sheets, cuz I'm the sexual preference
I'm an icy rapper, my chains and my flow makin you phlegm
I get a mil an hour, you jealous, feelin sour like lemons
never could you come this quick if talkin bout your spit
your chick done rid my shit and said that you too quick to have a dick
But I'm so big that it won't fit, she said it hurt but I don't give a shit
cuz I'ma rip it up like "tough love", and get it in

KSol:
f'shiz, wat it iz nigga I'm hooked on chronic, not phonics
because I speak ebonics, on that future shit like Tron is
spark it up like recalled electronics
And have it blasting off again like we are in Team Rocket
And you may be a martian, but nigga we Ewok it
I am such an alien, my green card is in my pocket
coughin, been to heaven smokin that green shit
with eyes so red God thinks I'm a demon
He screamed "Jesus!" and wouldn't let me in
So I said "God Damn it, I'm with NCFC, man"
I blowed his lights out: my spit is explosive
like I got a pop filter over my mouth
I leave niggas face down like the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
And tell a bitch she want my dick? then come and grab it
My flow so sick it's like a virus, you could catch it
Ask Magic, it never go away once it happen
plastic be your new reason for wrappin

JP:
I could outshine any nigga on they own track
you try to handle me, but my shots break elbows from the blowback
The whole track got holes tracked through it, I perforate and ruin
if rhymin is a language I'm beyond fluent
You tried to take us out, what you doin?
Fuckin with The Club is like kalua, we put the heat on you and we leave you underground
and the sound, it'll rip through ya
mic check, my niggas higher than buddha with white specs
You fucked the teacher and you still can't come correct
I'm the opposite of that, I mastered every dialect
And I'm an evil genius schemin, a demon who stays screamin
believe me, the game would be happy to see me stop breathin
but I'm a conifer forest, bitch, I'm not leavin
I'm stickin to spittin rhythms sicker than dry heavin
Nightclub, we the illest in the whole show
JP, I'm a dope fiend, addicted to my own flow

Mac Lethal:
See I been poppin so many opiate painkillers
right, feedin my addiction and openin veins
spillin your copious gang filler, you know that you ain't real

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