Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vibes Cartel, artist - Cappadonna. Date of issue: 16.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Vibes Cartel |
| You heard other raps before, but kept waitin' |
| A lot of niggas is hatin', these hoes is like Satan |
| I’m still debatin' whether I should build or destroy |
| What the Earth keep on shakin' |
| I’mma keep on makin' |
| Hit after hit be comin' out of the basement |
| There’s no replacement from a slew of great men |
| I’m about to break in |
| Damage every snake and Gin, you can’t win |
| I’m the truth, you a fake friend |
| Realness against falsehood, do it again |
| Get money, work hard, don’t become a victim |
| Mind your own sick wisdom |
| Study math, get your friend some |
| Never quit 'till you get done |
| God over fiction, this is my addiction |
| Anytime, homie, I’m about to spit somethin' |
| Traded crack for rap, and I’m a rich sucka |
| J3 murderous tracks, all day, facts |
| Through your mind, body and soul |
| Let it be told I ain’t nothin' to play around with |
| Baby, I get down quick |
| Ebony chicks love me for my heavenly kiss |
| I do it for the bricks, I let it off like a piss |
| Send in the stunt doubles |
| I have no time for the petty, little power struggles |
| No time to tussle |
| I epitomize the hustle, the struggle of the underground |
| Cynics and critics, I shut 'em up and shut 'em down |
| Schemin' and plottin', yet I keep 'em so aroused |
| When I come around |
| They say it’s business, never personal |
| Balance the scale, tell me what’s the worse of the two? |
| This industry’s unjust and corrupt |
| Huskey cut for a couple of bucks and a few busted nuts |
| Yet they keep insistin' in God they trust |
| It’s blasphemous, let the church say «amen» |
| Keep repentin' your sins |
| Say a few Hail Mary’s, turn around, and do it all again |
| Livin' a lie, he just tryin' to win, tryin' to win |
| Yeah, they call me the black boy, boy |
| No, it’s not a game, not playin' with no toys |
| Epitome of bangin', his set make no noise |
| My set sanctuary, you faggots folklore |
| A urban legend, a Mac is a blowtorch |
| Runnin' down the line, pack slammers of all sorts |
| Trappin' from the green, help fortin' the back porch |
| Let’s take him to the building to get these packs off |
| In war with the system that be lettin' these raps walk |
| Turn 'em into victims so the witnesses back off |
| The V82, better tell 'em that crack course |
| The view of the bully, better go tell 'em ask boss |
| A five time felon, get your kufi slapped off |
| Look, got 'em shook, this a doobie rap, dawg |
| A five time felon, get your kufi slapped off |
| Look, got 'em shook, this a doobie rap, dawg |
| Higher than ever before, tryin' these weapons I bought |
| Iron respectin' for all, I’m straight checkin' your hog |
| Without collectin' your charts, beatings with seconds apart |
| We dissectin' the vault while they be testin' the hog |
| No instrument, so-called |
| No cold incidents, no more |
| Po-po pinchin' us, inchin' us over the edge |
| Ship us over to FEDs, stiffin' over the breads |
| S.O.S., that shit’s beef |
| Turn and miss me |
| Turn 6 days into 6 weeks plus into 6 years |
| All that liquor and triggers turn into cold D’s and OG’s that sip beer |
| Timin' a vic here, the climate is cold enough |
| And I’mma throw it up if she drivin' the pole up |
| Survivin' from growin' up and livin' off robberies |
| So if you don’t do the math then you learn trickonometry |