Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why'sdaskyblue, artist - Vast Aire. Album song Best Of The Best Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Below System
Song language: English
Why'sdaskyblue |
I heard justice was blind when Uncle Sam fucked her |
I heard she came when he whispered he loved her |
Young and naieve she thought nothing of it |
And respecting her, he thought nothing of it |
I just want to get my point across like Jezus |
So I look to the sky like Hey Zeus |
You got answers, Cause I got questions |
Fold my arms peep the clouds and receive lessons |
First we stopped stressin |
Then we learned mathematics and we count blessings, God |
At the age of 10 I picked up the pen |
Fire’s pretty and it burns and I learned that then |
After school we were slap box |
And my man Terrence, he had jokes of whoever had loos sox |
See I’mma win this battle |
And later tonight your girl’s gonna hear my love rattle |
Yes niggas it’s dark outside |
It’s so could your time time a died |
You don’t wanna dance with me, cause you a fake |
Cause I can do the wop and the snake |
And mess around and change my best steps |
Everytime the beat break |
You don’t wanna dance with me, you a fake |
Cause I can do the wop and the snake |
And mess around and chance my best steps |
Everytime the beat breaks |
It was asked before Lopez |
Her name was Taiwanda |
She went to IS 238 |
Suzanne B Anthony |
We called it B Tony |
If you class of '92 you should know me |
Jamaica High, that was my first cipher |
Everyday we slammed the mic like Bill Holiday with a rose in her hair |
At 6th grade my favorite wrestler was Rick Flair |
Remember Lee Patches and the Playboy ten tops |
And if you don’t you could get figure four leglock |
If I was 12 I would backspin on you |
Shill 5 saturday morning karate |
This is win every videogame was 8-bit |
And you would get popped in your mounth for talking shit |
I wrote this rhyme thinking of 50 Cents and Ashy Elbows |
Summertime nights and stairin out the window |
And if you hear gunshots you gonna hear a widow |
Cryin' five seconds apart like thunder and lightning |
(Know what I’m sayin, just put your feet on ice) |
You don’t wanna dance with me, cause you a fake |
Cause I can do the wop and the snake |
And mess around and change my best steps |
Everytime the beat breaks |
You don’t wanna dance with me, cause you a fake |
I can do the wop and the snake |
And mess around and change my best steps |
Everytime the beat breaks |
«Yo V.A., pass the mic for chrissake!» |
Just me and my peers spittin' raps for years |
Sight for sore eyes, sound for sore ears |
Cause where I’m from they be like «run your coat black?» |
All I find the key in 10 seconds flat |
So I wouldn’t do that, nuh |
Let me rephrase don’t go there |
And you can not hold air |
Some of us knuckle up some got the shaddy |
Some do the Roger Rabbit with drugs in the lobby |
And when the 5-O show the van |
They do the runnin' man |
I could never choose a side |
Until I saw the hustler’s electric slide |