Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lasers , by - Air Dubai. Song from the album Wonder Age, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 13.12.2012
Record label: Hopeless
Song language: English
Lasers |
| Get back to bass kicks that boom to get your face lift |
| And vibrations in the kicks like K-Swiss |
| Its laced with hi-hats to speed it up |
| Then breaks and 808's will slow it down like matrix |
| Break it down complex like David Blaine tricks |
| And leave it to Air Dubai to take it back to basics |
| Criticize the lasers, a stupid illusion |
| But put it all together and it’s musical fusion |
| Folks say Air Dubai is like immaculate conception |
| Put it all together and it’s actual perfection |
| We come through only to make a statement |
| So we make hits before it’s back to the recession |
| A show with us is like a borealic light show |
| A hundred thousand watts and it isn’t a typo |
| Fiending all the lights showing up in different flavors |
| See the DJ, tell him we need more lasers, so |
| Tell the girls at the front of the stage |
| That drinks are on me grab another cold drank (cold drank) |
| Tell the bouncers at the back of the room |
| To let everybody in that they have to get through (get through) |
| Tell the sound guy that I need more bass |
| 'Cause I’ve been more hyped up since I’ve been in fourth grade |
| Tell the bartender I don’t need more chasers |
| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers |
| Yo, I’m a global mogul slash soulful coastal coaster |
| The definition of a legend trophy holder |
| Slight cocky with an iron fist grip |
| Come equipped pen-tipped with a venomous drip |
| Call me the rhyme-slayer critic of common culture |
| Develop a style so poisonous I might insult ya |
| Exalt the American Arabic |
| Flow so fiasco I’m American terrorist |
| Mechanical animal with a cannibal mandible |
| I’m a vandal unstandable I’ll develop a channel full |
| Spit kicker the iller figure how could they handle you |
| I contest wackness, I will dismantle you |
| Flava Flav rappers with the nappiest style |
| Soul singers will «oooh» and «aaah» like «I'm feeling you child» |
| Hand out tablets like pamphlets for all the ravers |
| And tell the DJ that we need more lasers, so |
| (More lasers, more and more lasers) |
| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers |
| (More lasers, more and more lasers) |
| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers |
| (More lasers, more and more lasers) |
| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers |
| (More lasers, more and more lasers) |
| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers |
| I drop lyrical disasters on demand like it’s comcast |
| Feel it in Japan like a nuclear bomb blast |
| Nagasaki bombs down, cold as saki bombs |
| Round one, round two, or however the song sound |
| I live it by the words beats chronic and red cup life |
| Passing out drunk from Pabst and sippy-cup nights |
| Sip me up lady like I’ll never be right again |
| Tripping off euphoria like swallowing vicodin |
| Okay, now I’m back in it, sick flows I’m adamant |
| Concentrated rhymes like UPS I’m packing it |
| Ink flows like Bic pens, hot shit like pig pens |
| I’ll rip you up and tell you the time like I was Big Ben |
| Just give a little bit of time, bass, compositions full of abstracts |
| Looking for that heat, well Dubai is where the crack’s at |
| Fat sacks of the illest on the planet |
| Wordplay from Oz, and Rhias the mic bandit, so |
| (More lasers, more and more lasers) |
| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers |
| (More lasers, more and more lasers) |
| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers |
| (More lasers, more and more lasers) |
| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers |
| (More lasers, more and more lasers) |
| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers |