Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If the Sky Falls, artist - Bizzy Bone. Album song Midwest Cowboy & Trials and Tribulations, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.05.2015
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
Song language: English
If the Sky Falls |
If the globe stops spinnin and the sky falls down |
And the wall on the mountain and the trumps make sounds |
When the hands stop tickin and the holes rotten |
And the sails get broken you’ll all be down |
Yeahhh, gimme that water baby |
It’s gonna drive me crazy, better watch yo' back here playa |
Yeahhh, gimme that water baby |
It’s gonna drive me crazy, better watch yo' back here playa |
Stuck in the game, passin the flames on these lames |
Never could fade me, enter my wall of shame |
Hotter then lava, and the sound of the kitchen cajan mayne |
Maintain the main thang, blame, it is a mystical frame |
Enter the circle, exit quicker than aim |
Slums up in the barrio, baby I guess I’m a bum, hey |
Come for me momma, it ain’t nothin but legitimate rhyme skills |
And baby as we represent the one all the way |
In the circumference, dunn-dunny gimme the money |
Hun-ga-ry motherfuckers, say what? |
I’m still sunny |
Bizzy he does it, what was it? |
What is it? |
Hittin 'em harder in the bank, inquisitive with the straight saints |
Daintily in the ain’t, is followin the bears |
Inquisit me, is you crazy? |
I know you know what it is |
It’s just a starter, if I’m a martyr, give me my paper |
Knee-deep like sheep, these wolves, they can’t escape us |
One time |
Holla back, you gimme the rhythm, I hit 'em up in that Ac' |
And I hit 'em up in that back, if need be, the mac |
Slack? |
Never, put it on the 12th of September |
You better get everything you need, remember — one time |
Baby boy feelin the clout, gimme the music properly |
Yes, I’m God’s property, monopoly, who gonna stop me? |
Nobody, gettin in 'em, we winnin, seein the women |
Venomous in the minimum, baby boy as we sendin 'em |
Endin 'em in the beginnin, renderin what they want |
But I don’t pay no fuckin taxes, I only smoke up the blunt |
And I don’t have time to front, you’re rollin with me well let’s move |
We duck the funerals, the usual, Bizzy let’s groove |
One time |
Secular, molecules protectin us, brain waves respectin us |
Punk motherfuckers, they ain’t connectin us |
Recollectin us and we bust, in God we trust |
And the plus, I got a mission, precision listen to us, trust |
In the imperial, water floatin and flowin |
Get it up, uptown all around, they not knowin |
Skyline, high line, I sign this |
Give me my money motherfucker I’m pissed |
One time in the apparatus, no status, no Gladys |
Only the pimps, no simps, we still rappin |
Keepin it movin for me, no nuts, no glory |
No to headstrong, scary story, that purgatory |
I said it’s ore-y or we eerie, do you hear me much clearly? |
The streets in the direction and real people can feel me |
Said it’s ore-y or it’s eerie, do you hear me, much clearly? |
Still in the direction and real people can feel me |
One time |
— repeat 2X |