SAINTFED - INcredible | Текст песни

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INTRO:
Ayo when you hear that shit you probably gonna speechless
You know that song reminds a battle, but nothing like that
I'm just showin' who i am...

VERSE 1:

That's how I'm spillin' the rap seems unbelievable.
My rhymes tear you to pieces that's horrible!
But it's my university all can I do
I push off who's stopin' me leave'em behind and go'll thru.
Your place in the dirt among all this trash, catch the slash
Are you talking about I am shit?
But when you take the mic it turns out, that shit it's you - cplock's run out
Yeah maybe I new player in this rap-game but I ready to face off any MC
You swallow ecstacy, always to be alert but don't see
That I don't need it to prove everyone that I deserve respect!
People tell me a got a talent but it doesn't sell
So go on and fuck yourself cuz you do it so well!
And in this rap-game you don't even try to get.
After it you don't have any of the cool rhyme to spill it - CRAP!
While I drop bombs to you, and make incredible stunts.
Just run away from that deadly wave - IT'S NUTS!

CHORUS:
They say like I'm rappin' is incredible
But it's possible and I'm still do it so terrible
That you had not tried to do I always be better than you cuz
Best only one that's exactly is me - not you!

VERSE 2:

For me rap is the air, so have to live I need to rhyme.
It's necessary to live 24 hours for any time.
For me to sing the Eminem's song "Rap God" like make a one spit - Ough Shit!
For him to rap like a computer, must be in a genes,
I myself walkin' raputor which generatin' rhymes.
You asshole don't even know kidding with
Music is my drug, I can't refuse from it.
I'm a music addict swallowin' it, just getting another dose of dope
Are you think can glue to me your useless verbal puzzle? Nothing like it. Fuck this shit!
You like behind the wall try to reach, but I see your fault
My rhymes knock on your fragile wall like sledgehammer, I kick my rhyme and send you into rap jail.
You skill doesn't stuck a puzzle that formin' a protective shell.
and I'm blow up you to the shreds, now you can go to the hell.
My words make you speechless now I see only tiny pieces of crap
That are not gather together by the fuckin' fact.

VERSE 3:

God gave me a clue that I opened the door to secret skill of MC (It's true)
I call my rhymebook is blacklist - all my rhymes
It's a spell of black magic, these lines I implore you to lose
You can't change it, even dead sheet I can give a life.
My every line lives up for the own law, which gave it without any help dawg.
Sometimes I'm puke myself of that I write's
But what can I do about these rhymes, climbin' into my head any times
I tryin' to fight with it but it's useless shit.
Also need to let go me devils, otherwise they gonna eat my brains inside skull-Bye my Evils!
Everybody's got a demons into the head which can to release'em outwards
But all afraid of evil spirit hunters exterminatin' lyrics of evil words.
Inside me devil doesn't let me livin' quietly.
In my head chaos of thoughts from surplus of information
I turn my imagination from real troubles and kick this out discrimination
And only is my blacklist accumulatin' these fuckin' rhymes, eventually affectin' like tigersnake's poison - only once.

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