Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Innovations , by - 2RudeRelease date: 21.03.2017
Song language: English
Innovations |
| Yo, I’m roaming one man deep, combin the streets |
| And beatboxin, like the field niggas, singin hymns pickin cotton |
| Wit massive watts and tickle eardrums wit pleasure |
| Every single measure apply, exact amount of pressure |
| A chemical reaction happen |
| What was fastened by the spit, rashing |
| For its catalystic fashion, showin its passion |
| For harassin microphones, pass it to the left |
| And left my nigga bless it |
| My God bless my very last breath |
| To be Allah Uahkbar |
| For narcotic cops to mark me inside of the shark bar |
| Spiritual sparks and lyrical darts adapt the visual |
| One nation under this rap shit indivisible |
| Never miseb-erable anymore |
| Pharoahe the crit-ically acclaimed rap professional |
| Keepin computer digital |
| By hark the best speed |
| This expert who could keep niggas alert in a school for narcolepsy |
| Chorus |
| Let em know the time it takes (Yes sir) |
| For every rhyme to shine, innovate (Come on) |
| Don’t ever underestimate |
| Most niggas come fake but we cuttin the red tape |
| How many man it take the quality time to rennovate |
| Through rhyme form, solely for poetic penetration |
| Subliminal in this world it minimal ventilation |
| The task-master dome to gas mask from a clinic |
| Walking the earth, avoiding the global epidemic |
| I limit the sun’s UV rays wit a visor |
| While ya’ll pass the plague lickin blunts wit your saliva |
| We main-line a rhyme in your mind like tranquilizers |
| The king has arrived ya’ll |
| Before I get ya at your barmitzvah |
| Leavin you mentally circumsized |
| Nah I did it, fuckin you so hard you never forget it |
| Even Ellen and Martina Navatirola’s comin over |
| Cuz they tryin to get wit it |
| Crack the back of all critics in a New York minute |
| You ain’t seein me, my dome is tinted |
| Return, the dues that you never earned |
| Niggas know your whole style is? |
| Chorus B |
| Let em know the time it takes (Yes sir) |
| For every rhyme to shine, innovate |
| Don’t ever underestimate |
| We spit it, you bit the bait of these top-notch stimulating |
| Lyrics you can’t escape |
| Let em know the time it takes |
| For every rhyme to shine, innovate |
| Don’t ever underestimate |
| Most niggas come fake but we cuttin the red tape |
| Now, so break down |
| Lyrical mastery, has to be, otherwise I’m callin you «Majesty» |
| Bitch-maker, switch on me, tragedy |
| These lyrics got em all mad at we are us |
| As we discuss who the best could be |
| Fuck it, I pop Glock and block Glock shots |
| In top spots from top-notch cops to bust from a crotch |
| Positioning, my conditioning allows me |
| To withstand the rain like two sets of All Weather Michelins, uh uh |
| Uh uh hittin the whole rhyme, splittin and fold |
| My diction make friction, switchindiamonds from coal |
| Heavyweight lyric, man I be rippin jabols |
| I be hittin it every minute though there’s seconds to go |
| Pharoahe’s soliciting crack at black baby christening |
| Glisten in rap, topical shit, on some Missin Impossible shit |
| Manyacal, whenever the diabolic spit |
| Words they never undeniable |
| Chorus B 2x *minus «Now, so break down"* |