Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pause Tape, artist - JJ DOOM. Album song Bookhead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: LEX
Song language: English
Pause Tape |
| I wanna, I wanna, I wanna |
| Mother, father, it’s my God-given honor |
| To eat a sucker MC like a hot sizzlin' donna |
| Respect, deep check, dope line dialectic |
| Dig the perspective of open minded skeptic |
| Where your skepticals, looks don’t count |
| Better off judgin' by rhymebooks and sheer amounts |
| And work backwards from there |
| Angle of attack on the track was like a spear through the clear air |
| What’s your status? |
| It’s Don status |
| Reserved for those who chose to go beyond madness |
| Cause we like «Villain you must be out your toboggin' hoggin, it’s a horror» |
| Eatin' MCs like there’s no tomorrow, starvin' |
| Welcome to the club, registration |
| We be waitin' right here collectin' off of nation’s revelations |
| Sensations for latter day saints |
| And more lies than blacks splattered, spray paint, faints |
| Ain’t live and direct |
| And kept his eye on the game like spy tech |
| Mic check |
| Villain get booted out your online school |
| Student got straight up A’s in divine rule |
| Quicker than a sleight of hand, like, damn |
| Telepathy and telekinesis, faster than Instagram |
| See what he said, laid his wood, get paid is at |
| From the States to your in-state flat |
| Ain’t that |
| Yo |
| Taking back my style, ey yo, get yours |
| I’ve been making beats before you wore drawers |
| Baby diaper having dudes do your chores |
| Giving more than what you had in store |
| Setting up a show and do no tours |
| My props get weight like them B boys |
| I don’t need your co-sign or rewards |
| Just need that check to cash to feed my boy |
| Da-da-da-dey, da-da-da-da-da-dey |
| Ain’t nothing else to say |
| Can I please collect my pay |
| Now we talkin |
| JJ on the beats when I’m spittin' |
| And hawkin' rhymin' |
| While I’m reclinin in the vocal booth |
| Image with the lies, only know how to speak the truth |
| Never compromise, keep it real |
| Never peek at you |
| Rolling through the jungle |
| Glowing eyes like a kinkajou |
| Ay my man Dr. Who Dat on the cool |
| Can I link with you? |
| Only if you really got G.O.D. |
| in your peripheral |
| Had a talk with Yasiin bout the world that we livin in |
| Beginning to the ending, yo |
| I keeps it Viberian Viberian experience |
| Until my deliverance can’t cut me those step |
| Man I hide out in the Caribbean |
| I’m like the ghetto Gilligan |
| In Planet of the Apes |
| With nothing but a radio, a mic and a cassette, straight |
| Pause tape |