CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Bring It

I'm not your average type of rapper, with the verbal chit-chatter
I hit matter, making your whole backbone shatter split
Then turn around like that old-school type of break
And the earth shaking with the beats that Herbalise is making Freaking turn up my level ’til the sh*t starts speaking
Coming for the ass, like I miss on the heat sinking
I reckon I got you out double-checking the sleeve
Wish my songs extended like some chickens with weaves
I pass on the cash, don't skip in my stash on
The brainwaves setting my path to straight days, I hate that
Wait, it seems that the negative views
Got these fools going out for green, cloth and jewels
Tools to stimulate the mind, I keep polished like silver shine
Making the bottle up of emcees quiver
I can't deliver whole songs with no curse
Sendin’ rappers on their way like 60 segregated buses

Bring it on if you wanna
The rap style's gonna
Hit ya back, split ya
Take ya back to the under
Bring it on if you wanna
The rap style's gonna
Hit ya back, split ya
Take ya back to the under
Bring it on if you wanna
The rap style's gonna
Hit ya back, split ya
Take ya back to the under
Bring it on if you wanna
The rap style's gonna
Hit ya back, split ya
Take ya down to the under, now