CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Midnight Terrors (feat Chino XL)
My style ugly in the hood, I'm skeletor's face
Leaving my mark on the game, like a cheap whores waist
If this were first 48, you just a cold case
You'd fail to operate in my shoes, you are a torn lace
I'm just trying to see ya safe like it's home base
Art of war connoisseur but got that carnivores taste
Lyrical parkour, have your back spinning like I slid him on some cardboard
Ya living like a toll gate
First you up then down and claim you hold weight
But you know Saint war paint C4 paste
It's a wild life I just need to own the whole lake
Just copped a bigger house, but I need more space
When a hater talks it's fuel for the fire
This ain't the sunset strip, I never knew Richard Pryor
I got a license to kill and I'm liberal like it expires
Send your soul after Christ afterlife trip advisor
Work flow mean I'm getting promoted or getting fired
You hip hop synthesizers get macgyvered I'm ripping wires
You'll get the pliers, I'm sick and tired
Of your girl want to blow for the numbers like breathalyzers
And she's getting hired
She's printing flyers that say get inside her
A roll of quarters later it rubs the lotion on it's skin like moisturizer
It's a crisis when my vocals pass through mix devices
Kill my haters twice and bring em back to life to see who gets the livest
You couldn't draw blood from the god with help from Leonidas
Amateurs that touch my mic are stricken with crippling tendinitis
Accomplished nothing, went all to your head, Encephalitis
We ain't cut from the same cloth and we different sizes
Saint Joe take your supervisors and neutralize em
Then crucify em in the gruesome style of a group of lions
Your crew is dying and I ain't truly trying
Dreamt I was king woke up still king, lying in a suit of iron
King sh*t, y'all wouldn't know nothing bout that
26 letters you put em together and sound wack
Fake every single day but never hesitate to yell facts
I hope you rats get your tails caught by a house cat
Leaving my mark on the game, like a cheap whores waist
If this were first 48, you just a cold case
You'd fail to operate in my shoes, you are a torn lace
I'm just trying to see ya safe like it's home base
Art of war connoisseur but got that carnivores taste
Lyrical parkour, have your back spinning like I slid him on some cardboard
Ya living like a toll gate
First you up then down and claim you hold weight
But you know Saint war paint C4 paste
It's a wild life I just need to own the whole lake
Just copped a bigger house, but I need more space
When a hater talks it's fuel for the fire
This ain't the sunset strip, I never knew Richard Pryor
I got a license to kill and I'm liberal like it expires
Send your soul after Christ afterlife trip advisor
Work flow mean I'm getting promoted or getting fired
You hip hop synthesizers get macgyvered I'm ripping wires
You'll get the pliers, I'm sick and tired
Of your girl want to blow for the numbers like breathalyzers
And she's getting hired
She's printing flyers that say get inside her
A roll of quarters later it rubs the lotion on it's skin like moisturizer
It's a crisis when my vocals pass through mix devices
Kill my haters twice and bring em back to life to see who gets the livest
You couldn't draw blood from the god with help from Leonidas
Amateurs that touch my mic are stricken with crippling tendinitis
Accomplished nothing, went all to your head, Encephalitis
We ain't cut from the same cloth and we different sizes
Saint Joe take your supervisors and neutralize em
Then crucify em in the gruesome style of a group of lions
Your crew is dying and I ain't truly trying
Dreamt I was king woke up still king, lying in a suit of iron
King sh*t, y'all wouldn't know nothing bout that
26 letters you put em together and sound wack
Fake every single day but never hesitate to yell facts
I hope you rats get your tails caught by a house cat
