Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Haunted , by - Awon. Song from the album Matte Black Soul, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Don't Sleep
Song language: English
Haunted |
| It’s that DJ Mister Magic |
| With Whodini on it |
| I be the MTA with graffiti on it |
| I’m the souls of fallen kings |
| And your being haunted |
| With a that tough guy talk |
| You don’t even want it |
| Because I spaz on you suckers |
| Like I’m Carmello |
| They soft on the inside |
| Their heart is all jello |
| I feed ya brod Honey Nut Cheerios |
| For breakfast |
| I’m the illest nigga alive |
| Who won’t rock a necklace |
| I heard it through the grapevine |
| That they talking reckless |
| And after Love Supersedes |
| I never saw the exit |
| And I’m the freshest |
| Nigga never forget it |
| White tees and blue jeans |
| No labels I make me money mang |
| Gourmet flows |
| I make me hungry |
| What you want |
| I cook up these rhymes in a wok |
| Like it’s rock |
| And all these muthafuckas |
| Trying to jock |
| And everybody trying to be the Awon |
| Of they block |
| But they not |
| And matter fact they not luke warm |
| How you gonna be taking over |
| Only got two songs? |
| How you gonna be the man |
| With ladies boots on? |
| I don’t want whack tape |
| I ain’t trying to support |
| You they type to get a deal |
| That my niggas will extort |
| Or the type to get in a fight |
| And take a nigga to court |
| Coke you snort |
| Eating pork |
| Blind mind living savage |
| At best niggas is average |
| I came to crack your cabbage |
| See I been doing this for years |
| See I been doing this for years |
| See I been doing this for years |
| Who want it I got it |
| I’m the verbalizer |
| Davinci with that loud |
| I’m the verbalizer |
| Intercourse for your ears |
| I’m the fertilizer |
| In the building with beers |
| Quench your thirst provide a nigga |
| It’s that ill flow |
| Your favorite rapper is a dildo |
| Styles niggas kill fo' |
| No frill machismo |
| Stroke my own ego |
| So don’t jock |
| Got your bitch taking face shots |
| I’m Botox |
| Gimme some more props |
| God blessed this throat box |
| Spitting that Blue Print Cleanse |
| Mind detox |
| Cause hype kills |
| Despite real head no Reeboks |
| Vintage everything lil nigga |
| No G shock |
| I’m dopeness |
| Buenos Noches |
| Mics in comatose |
| 100 percent pure |
| Reverse osmosis |
| On the terrorist watch list |
| I’m so explosive |
| Sometimes I find myself |
| On my own dick |
| Master hating |
| Cause Django got the gun |
| Bang on em watch em run |
| The cowboy in the sun set |
| I never sweat |
| These lames get to thinking |
| They think I dissed em now |
| Wait Till I get to drinking |
| Beard game Lincoln |
| Spliffs stay stinking |
| Chains is for slaves |
| But the wrist stay blinging |
| Matte black rubber |
| Bad mother brother |
| Super lover smother |
| Emcees in whale blubber |
| I raps too fat for suckers |
| Sweet smucker pucker upper |
| To the boss type soft motherfuckers |
| Busters |
| And I ain’t talking bout rhymes |
| For your mind one time |
| Jamming like a tech nine |