Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Advisory, artist - ANoyd. Album song Blame It On Jay Z, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Audio BRGNDI, EightyHD
Song language: English
Advisory |
Yeah |
Look, yeah |
Man, I’m out here giving trays to the poor |
Man, what the fuck do y’all portray? |
Been called broke by niggas that I don’t fuck with all the way |
I’m old school with Dr. J |
At Rucker Park today |
I’m Kyrie when his jersey not tucked in all the way, murder |
My vise versa would change through it, vice verses |
Barely come to the service, I been through the epidermis |
Rappers be signing like they be spittin' that shit in cursive |
Life starts to make sense when you livin' out niggas verses, aw |
I lost brotherhoods with people I ain’t think I would |
I ain’t know that your sacrifice had a limit |
Look, I lost brotherhoods with people I ain’t think |
Instead of being here to witness, now you gotta bear witness, aw |
Pull up in fear, but you can’t pull up a chair |
Had you head up all the time, let it down and blood appear |
All I hear is sin, yeah, I got that Joe Budden ear |
Forever here like spaghetti stains in Tupperware |
World premier with people that pucker up with the puppeteer |
Made me wearin' this situation to persevere, nah |
The rapper that CD go to rapper, 3 musketeers |
You hustle 'round, I take your people, I’m comin' like Paul Revere, pause |
And do the blood on spears, I shake spears like Britney havin' a seizure, |
ain’t playin' Julius Caesar |
Like writin' lefty in pencil, words did get smudged |
And everything went bad like the fridge unplugged |
With these words, blame it on JAY-Z |
With other main verses, you never could microwave me |
I kill ya, I keep my record clean |
Like the radio wanna play this S.A.P |
Everything you hearin' from me, you can’t even blame me, clear |
Vintage frames over the dark brown iris |
Y’all hear a song and make somethin' that sound like it |
I hear a song and I only care if my mom like it |
I take the mic on stage and then I’m blind sighted |
Perfect combination between humble and confident |
It was mine, you meant to say it was a monument |
And it’s cool that the talent don’t get acknowledgement |
This shit is written, we livin' after approximate |
'Noyd |
Fuck, yeah, yeah, uh |
In advise |
Yeah, yeah, uh |
In advise |
Yeah, yeah, uh |
In advise |
Label a sinner who lost religion and found meaning and speakin' wit' God |
Through confidants who kindly wade through the law |
We both required keys, but keepin' it raw |
And for my dogs it was means of movin' narcotics through paws |
But you see for me I resembled cars |
After 2013 I needed a push to get started |
With the belief, this kind of drive gets you farther than most |
You confiscatin' my pad or just my quotes |
I’m aware there’s more than one way of taking notes |
It’s the takeover |
Like a boo-boo in the booth |
I’m puchin' in like I’m broken to purchase new things |
My sober minds 100-proof |
Invader rollin' loose-leaf |
My pastor sayin' «Lieutenant, get defensive» while they Drew Brees |
I escape through the loose leaf |
No glory and grief, got doubt on my sleeve |
Had 'em silver with gold standards ain’t shit out of my league |
I adjusted to climate change I am fatigue |
Lil Yacht don’t get what you saying, well that boat ain’t for me |
I emerged from the abdomen of the beast |
I slept on floorboards and backseats |
I sacrificed a lot for a dream |
In the world of niggas to deep in they sleep |
Oh so believe I’ll leave your cheek a lil uzi if you fuckin' with me |
I ain’t a killer either |
I’m just a dread with a little Caeser |
A general who delivers with or without the dough |
But y’all can keep the cheese if it motivates you to be a leader |
You keep the guns if it motivates you to be a Peter |
See I’m bred different, you motivated by pieces of pita |
We bred different, I been the one, see the swoosh on the sneaker |
I feel the soul through the speakers |
I’m motivated by freedom |
My motivation been the voice of the people |
They said write a 28 or two straight 16s |
See I roll between seasons of 2K15 |
It feels seamless, like a seamstress who can’t make your jeans fit |
Needless to say I’m a genius, separation from a G and a J |
Or a lion when he’s seeing his prey |
Or the Messiah when he’s seeing us pray |
You’re a pariah that I need the filet |
Easy to say, I’ma retire as the king of my day, Martin Luther |
I’ve been in this position before |
Kama Sutra, hallelujah |
The screen go blah! |
I’m a Kuma, make your dome crack |
Now the doctor gotta borrow sutures |
Give 'em strong maneuvers consider y’all manure |
That’s your girl of your dreams, I call that whore a kreuger |
Wait; |
horror; |
Kreuger, I bet the broad a cougar |
Back in '08, I made all the people follow Supras |
Now they tie 'em together and toss 'em in Montezuma’s |
Your family tree ain’t tough dawg, I hear the bark frontin' |
Stand up, get re-seated like you just bought something |
See, you get cooked in the grill, like you just caught something |
Hip-hop's, we’re up next to control like the alt button |
Tell you the truth, I don’t like the love it kinda sucks |
I prick my finger then get a paper to write in blood |
I make a whole album out of it, now I’m kinda buzzed |
I’m lightheaded off raps, that’s the highest drug |
We gettin' high, epitomize the realest guy |
Really fry from the city signs where Biggie died |
Criticize and vilified but still alive |
If I catch 'em I won’t sympathize, you’ve been advised |
You’ve been advised, I’m sick and tired, so pick a side |
You Bruce, Kendall and Kylie so you choosing genocide |
Synthesizing photosynthesis, Synth is the sun of god, no sign |
I hold the weight inside and Gemini |
My album a lot of shit that’ll stick like a shish kebab |
Put the emph in in emphasize, your service has been denied |
Every time I got a 20 I would put the 10 aside |
This generation is good if you stay to synchronize |
You’ve been advised |