Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Olde English, artist - 7L & Esoteric. Album song Moment Of Rarities, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.07.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Olde English |
«For a true writer, each book should be a new beginning |
'fore he tries again, for something that is beyond the pain |
He should always try for something, that has never been done; |
Or that others have tried, and failed |
Then sometimes, with good luck, he will succeed.» |
Where we livin in the city where the law is 3 strikes |
We rock Nikes and victims get no pity, vision isn’t pretty |
Shit I’m spitting’s gritty, with the precision of Bibby |
Dribble in the transition I’m like Nixon with the ribbie |
Outstanding in my field like, Janet with her titty |
Witty with the ammunition I’m commandin a committee |
Piss-drunk, shitty-faced, steppin out of state |
Ready to faint, jettin with Denny, blunted to fresh paint |
MC’s, steady squeeze 'til the heater is empty |
We get B’s 'til they think that bleedin people is trendy |
When I’m disses, legions wanna leave to defend me |
Therefore bitches wanna keep me like Aziz to Effendi |
Your girls are homegrown, they just regional entries |
I get floor models open like the keys to a Bentley |
The media frenzy’s gettin greener with envy |
So I’m like Randy Johnson, thought I’d treat 'em all friendly |
«Beacuse he was always dreaming of impossible inventions, and adventures |
And explorations in the remotest parts of the Earth, he was generally known |
In the neighborhood as Commander, Crackpot, oh ho ho!» |
Yeah, c’mon |
Yo I came in this game with my attitude pissy |
A hot celly and a potbelly like Missy |
A Makaveli fury and a pocket full of whiskey |
With so much damn rage I gotta stop to pull it with me |
I dare the cops to come and get me, and mothers and they family |
Callin up the motherfuckin governor to ban me |
Tell Mr. Romney I got a pistol on me |
And vocab that moves more like a vicious army |
And these bitches will never disarm me |
Calm me down mami I’m a human tsunami |
Find me laid up in the back of an apartment to spy on me |
So high on drugs that my face is purple as Barney |
Fuck fashion and wearin Armani pants up |
I stay playin a hot corner like Carney Lansford |
But I ain’t no ballplayer athlete |
fuckin rap demon with cracked teeth |
It’s Slaine |
«This is for your own good.» |
«I know better than you what’s good for me.» |
«John you’re breathing very hard.» |
«That's the way I breathe. |
I breathe the best I can. |
««You don’t like my breathing? |
I don’t like your breathing! |
««You breathe like this you can drop dead Kenny.» |
«John, no, don’t get angry, I’m only trying to be your friend.» |
«I don’t want your friendship, and I don’t believe in friendship, |
I don’t want that.» |
«Well I’d be the first to say you’re certainly in a misanthropic mood today.» |
«Yes I’m misanthropic! |
Very misanthropic indeed!» |
«And I enjoy, being, misanthropic.» |