Nightclub Fight Club - Our Show (feat. Tombo) | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Nightclub Fight Club
• Our Show (feat. Tombo)

http://vkontakte.ru/nightclub_fight_club

Hook (Mike):
I've been walkin, I've been talkin
ask your people, they know
we got the sound it's no way around it
take a seat, cuz this is our show
I've been grindin, I've been strivin
ask my people, they know
this shit is certain, pull up the curtain
take a seat cuz this is our show

JP:
I flip a poisonous quill when I write scripts
And rip off the top like verses were package of chips
I clip your fingertips off with a cigar cutter
Rappers so scared, their vocal comes out like the BT Stutter
Motherfucker, Im great, no debate, Ima take a national tour
And kill a bitch from all the 50 states
I'm the game's president, with no term limit
Flow just kicked your balls so hard your snot has got sperm in it
Burn riches quickly, got a rep in wealthy circles
While you got fake ice, like the soda in commercials
The contract is verbal, you fail so you quit
You signed it with every second rate flow you spit
And you so bitch that before you take the stage and rip
You better ask me to sign a field trip permission slip
Nightclub Fight Club put it down
And you put it down too; you ain't fit to polish my crown

Tombo:
Hey yo, the raps hit hard like UFC heavyweights
I never break down from the steady hate, I just levitate
they very fake, fake, funny like Chevy Chase
with a face full of Funfetti Cake, they pennywaste my time
I'd rather be gettin face from dimes
I obliterate guys sellin shake to shine
And I literally quake from the hate inside
and I figuratively slide inside of your mind's eye
for some strange reason, my brain need breathin
Screamin "we're a legion" when I'm releasin these demons
have you ever seen a heathen dry heavin while he was high
we the Gods in the sky lookin down, ponder
I conjure up hotter sluts, break 'em down, build 'em up
feel them up, then I squeeze the juice, charge it to the game, then I chunk the deuce
I kill em with the venom like a brown recluse, and yo the rap got sentimental value to it
and you can't put a price on that, you can't put a price on rap

KSol:
Kickin back in California drinkin a brew
Got so many shoes kinda hard for me to choose
Which ones I'm a rock today, I bought the J's
Man I'm kinda hungry and I got some glazed donuts
kicks fresh out the box from the bakery
Rollin up the block crooked cops chasin me
Basically, I'm pacin' in a race against time
Tryna let these inner thoughts out of my mind
Cuz I've been fiendin' to get higher than the ceilin'
Blazed I dunno what's reality or what I'm dreamin'
These punchlines burn, fry you up like some chicken
My flow straight fire, welcome to Hell's Kitchen
You can envy but don't try to shoot me
Cuz I'm a beast on the mic and it'd be animal cruelty
Straight off the glock, I'm the big shot
Our show on lock til our hearts stop

Nightclub Fight Club еще тексты