Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Eponym, artist - Chill Bump. Date of issue: 09.11.2014
Song language: English
The Eponym |
| In 95, when my father was still alive |
| Hip-Hop hit my heart and I started to feel the vibe |
| I’d listen to Nas spit rhymes too damn correct |
| I can’t forget my doggystyle and my wu-tang cassette |
| See, I was only ten, holding a pen |
| Hoping to find schemes, rhyming over and over again |
| At 13, I had a crew, we’d flow and hang out |
| And that’s how I started rapping with the homie Bankal |
| He went his way and I went mine |
| He switched to turntable-ism, I perfected my rhyme |
| A decade later, we met again and said «what up?» |
| We gotta get together and tear the stage the fuck up! |
| Oh Boy ! |
| These kids so cool |
| The beat’s so deep, the flow’s so smooth |
| Mic check, one two, one two |
| They came to rock, to rock the house for you |
| We ain’t about enterprising or dough making |
| But we wanna say thanks to you folks for donating |
| Peace to all the reviews and dope ratings |
| For those that bang they skulls to this 'til they dome aching! |
| Thanks to y’all we gon' keep feasting off emceeing |
| We gon' keep performing, beat-making, beasting for a reason |
| Peace to all you people, Eastern European |
| Swedish or Norwegian, Aussie, Asian, even North Korean |
| France, Germany, US and the UK |
| Africa, Mexico and even kids from Uruguay |
| Chill out and bump this, ‘cause this is a new day |
| And haters: We couldn’t give a shit 'bout what you say |