Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Live!, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song Will Rap for Food, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: APOS
Song language: English
So Live! |
| Person 1: You know guys like me and you gotta kick it here, old school |
| Person 2: Yeah, this is, this is truly old school |
| Person 1: Definitely old school (Definitely old school) |
| Yo, Yo |
| We keep the par-ty so live |
| To all my Fellas |
| We keep the par-ty so live |
| To all My ladies |
| We keep the par-ty so live |
| CunninLynguistics |
| We see the par-ty so live |
| Get live, set to destroy all the fakers |
| 'Cus this ones for the B-Boys and the breakers |
| Take ya, to another level with the sound (sound) |
| Freaking the flow, Deacon and Kno getting down |
| Take it all back to the essence |
| When you could go to a party and not leave with your head split |
| (Yeah It’s) |
| Cunninlynguists getting live |
| Respect the foundation, the hip-hop vibe |
| Now get up get up |
| Gonna rip up rip up |
| Any motherfucker if they don’t shut they shit up |
| Puts your hands up like it’s a stick up |
| I got ya head jerking like some hiccups |
| Its Deacon the Villain |
| Ill’in' with my nigga rolls |
| Rappers be soft, they probably walk on their tippy toes |
| Word up Jays game, and roll diggy (Go) |
| Flows potent, even my breath smells like sticky dro |
| Im chillin' the French way, I’m not the best |
| But more or less, the style is (finesse) |
| For those that test, I shake em down like bumpy nuts |
| Smashed out their face, even slam it like a dummy cut |
| (Ohhhhhh!) |
| Yo |
| (Hold up!) |
| Kentucky shogun |
| Who’s the master |
| (Showed up) |
| Ya damm right, deep in the last dragon |
| Flows off the wall like they outlaw tagging |
| Understand me when I tell you this |
| I got the style that’ll give you fits |
| And get you pissed that ya can’t rhyme like this |
| Hype with the type of shit that leave ya hyper tense |
| (Get down!) |
| When ya feel it dont be acting stiff |
| (Get down!) |
| Just go on ahead and grab a chick |
| (Get down!) |
| Do that dance a bit, before ya hit her |
| (Get down!) |
| (Thats that shit) |
| Yo I’m a, gun and uh (BOOOOM!) |
| Cocked and ready |
| Quick to leave ya head spinning like rocksteady |
| Get mistaken for a B-Boy breaking your dome |
| Off the planet like I’ve been turboed out the O-Zone |
| The rap Roy Jones you better be ducking and weaving |
| Take a breath so quick you’re bound to be sucking your teeth in |
| When Kno’s on the 1200's, cutting and bleeding |
| When I’m stuck in my broom like it ain’t nothing and leaning |
| I just ripped the mic and crushed Cataclysmic |
| Blast a sentence that would leave a rapper limping |
| Nowadays cats only rhyme about their bankroll |
| But I’ve been fresh ever since fuzzy Kangol |
| (Hey Yo) |
| Dont y’all be starting nothing |
| Just chill the hell out while we keep the party jumping |
| I know what’s got you feelin' nice |
| Me and my man Deacon the Villian illin' keeping it live |