Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Rap Gods, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song Tears Of A Clown, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
The Rap Gods |
I’m still standin… |
This for the rap gods… |
I tried to earn wings but, I think I grew horns |
And maybe that’s why mc’s rock me like porn |
Flowin like the water in the mississippi river |
I suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper, thank me |
To do a show, and we tryin to do a palace, like a midnight jet, |
My soul roams off to dallas, |
It’s somethin like cream when we hustle on the scene |
Other mc’s and freaks wanna join the team |
Dealers would fly, ride the engines of pimps |
The colors were candy coated, incredible rims |
And my dreams of what people sayin, don’t get a job |
I realize now it was all the rap gods |
I slither through the streets like a boa constricter |
On my car dashboard got the gangsta pictures |
Sportin leather and energy, could that be me? |
Smokin weed listenin to run DMC? |
My repute wass a rap child, emotions of steel |
Represent with no crew man, your life is sealed |
Add a two’s of all kinds, with gun zippers in em' |
See notes don’t last long, we can’t wait to spin em' |
Oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and clothes |
Maintain my women, clown the rest of these hoes |
Man, my festive up braid the truth of a rhyme |
After restin on jeopardy to my lifetime grind |
I’m like an angel that’s high smoken' weed up in heaven |
We’re as crooked as reverends, b-ball playground legends |
Triangle, some say sinsanati bang goes, stars fangle |
Hand cold as chris krango, we break hearts |
And crack rib praps, take trips far |
Shop at the gap, ten by the rap gods |
Shoot the git, so I blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs and grits |
I can block the sun, like a solar-eclipse |
My homie said he had a yaght but I don’t mess with ships |
The freak, said she hated dope dealers, they clock they ends, |
I said which is why your payin this rapper then |
Nickatina, I’m something like simbad the sailor |
Dress in red and black, the true signs of a raider |