CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Emerson Kennedy vs. Danny Myers (Rematch)
You been holdin’ down the West
I was the one to do it first with skill
You battled in a dashiki wit’ blonde hair...the Parallel Universe is real
Speaking of blonde hair, Em’, there’s rumors of martial law and mass terror
Opposing the government was my foundation before this mask era (mascara)
They said the kid want it
They put out a contract and I bid on it
I got n***as that’ll pop off the top of yo’ skull and keep a lid on it
The Sig flaunted
Ain’t none of my thoughts formal
I’ll hide a gun in the small of a cripple’s back and tell him to walk normal
This where I go off on you
Too many shootings, the Feds was on us
We was lickin’ wit’ the pole like we tryna spread Corona
Those with open eyes be hearing the clearest
You tryna bring Bar Code to the world?
I mean, I’m no conspiracy theorist
But wit’ all this Pizzagate, look around, the climate is hurtin’
It’s a New World Order - I say your timing is perfect!
Me and my wife took 12 steps down the aisle a while back
Then we took another 12 steps to get her smile back
I’m a wild cat, wild straps
b*t*h sh*t, I can’t allow that
Now I’m grillin’ this Muslim’s food like a halal wrap
You wrote a TV show, I peeped it out - great script
It came natural...since you used to writin’ fake sh*t
Make this make sense
You f**k white girls and Asians, then tell ‘hood tales to back it up
You tryna get yo’ series put on Netflix to show us that you Black as f**k
n***a, pack it up
Finesse killed you, claiming you rhyme nicest
Then you let a Arsonal (arsenal) smoke you through the screen like Time Crisis
This the art of rhyme-writin’
Any hesitation, and the odds fall
I will hit this average Joe in the chest like Dodgeball
f**k that - headshot!
Wherever his soul go, it’s God’s call
I’m just waitin’ on Kennedy to bend the corner like Oswald
This the mob’s fault, some of they codes still stick to me
You realize this cunning linguist views you as a lick, pu**y!
This a gift to me
You on the ground wit’ this sh*t…
I was the one to do it first with skill
You battled in a dashiki wit’ blonde hair...the Parallel Universe is real
Speaking of blonde hair, Em’, there’s rumors of martial law and mass terror
Opposing the government was my foundation before this mask era (mascara)
They said the kid want it
They put out a contract and I bid on it
I got n***as that’ll pop off the top of yo’ skull and keep a lid on it
The Sig flaunted
Ain’t none of my thoughts formal
I’ll hide a gun in the small of a cripple’s back and tell him to walk normal
This where I go off on you
Too many shootings, the Feds was on us
We was lickin’ wit’ the pole like we tryna spread Corona
Those with open eyes be hearing the clearest
You tryna bring Bar Code to the world?
I mean, I’m no conspiracy theorist
But wit’ all this Pizzagate, look around, the climate is hurtin’
It’s a New World Order - I say your timing is perfect!
Me and my wife took 12 steps down the aisle a while back
Then we took another 12 steps to get her smile back
I’m a wild cat, wild straps
b*t*h sh*t, I can’t allow that
Now I’m grillin’ this Muslim’s food like a halal wrap
You wrote a TV show, I peeped it out - great script
It came natural...since you used to writin’ fake sh*t
Make this make sense
You f**k white girls and Asians, then tell ‘hood tales to back it up
You tryna get yo’ series put on Netflix to show us that you Black as f**k
n***a, pack it up
Finesse killed you, claiming you rhyme nicest
Then you let a Arsonal (arsenal) smoke you through the screen like Time Crisis
This the art of rhyme-writin’
Any hesitation, and the odds fall
I will hit this average Joe in the chest like Dodgeball
f**k that - headshot!
Wherever his soul go, it’s God’s call
I’m just waitin’ on Kennedy to bend the corner like Oswald
This the mob’s fault, some of they codes still stick to me
You realize this cunning linguist views you as a lick, pu**y!
This a gift to me
You on the ground wit’ this sh*t…
