Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alright, artist - BlabberMouf. Album song Da Flowin' Dutchman, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Vinyl
Song language: English
Alright |
| Haha, I tell 'em better hold tight |
| Blabberman 'pon di mic, haffi mash up di place now |
| We do them shootin' on sight |
| Lyrical trigger 'pon cock, we be the shogun tribe, yo |
| It’s gonna be alright |
| 'Cause we strapped with mad skills and we bring 'em to the cypher |
| So tell 'em better hold tight |
| Blabberman 'pon di mic, haffi mash up di place now |
| Mash up di place! |
| So, check it out, my blade faster |
| That meanin' my grey matter splatter, my rhyme data |
| Then shatterin' rappers like glass platters |
| Mad as a mad-hatter when I gather my team |
| You wanna smoke weed? |
| (Alright!) |
| But we rather be in the lab puttin' tracks together |
| I’m fed up with all these suckers who pretend, yo |
| Makin' wack emcees fail like gravity wins, yo |
| Now they ask me who’s my top three |
| I’m like, «Well it depends, though» |
| Of course it’s I, myself, and me until the end, yo |
| Then I’ma bust a verse fresh like Lord Finesse and crush 'em |
| Maybe not the best but better than a lot of motherfuckers |
| You wanna roll up on me? |
| I warn you, you can’t touch us |
| We swarmin' on your crew, now that’s a lotta motherfuckers |
| These shogun swords will chop ya, bumbaclot ya |
| Fuck ya whole shit up and send ya home in separate boxes |
| I’m a microphone sensei, Rap-Buddah, hip-hopper |
| My parents call me «Ruben», for you it’s still Mr. Blabber, check it out |
| Blabberman 'pon di mic, haffi mash up di place now |
| We do them shootin' on sight |
| Lyrical trigger 'pon cock, we be the shogun tribe, yo |
| It’s gonna be alright |
| 'Cause we strapped with mad skills and we bring 'em to the cypher |
| So tell 'em better hold tight |
| Blabberman 'pon di mic, haffi mash up di place now |
| Mash up di place! |
| 'Cause I got bangers incomin' like «Check the meteor», watch |
| I’m slammin' a crater the size of a stadium when my next release drop |
| And I drop tracks like mortar fire that’s more fire |
| I gotta live life first to make tunes, that’s how my brain is wired |
| I stay inspired, keep it fresh, ain’t no need to stress |
| Got material for days and the competition ain’t shit |
| I exercise and write my daily verse, I gotta stay fit |
| Ey, yo, I’m lettin' my voice be heard when I rock this (yeah) |
| So, I step in the booth and let it out, it’s therapeutic |
| With some Buddah blessin' anything I’m doin' is on the strength of my music |
| Now my rhymes turned to business and business is boomin' |
| So when Blabberman 'pon di mic peoples join the movement |
| While rappers need improvin', we steadily levelin' up some more |
| Hit the lab to record some more to make the crowd give it up some more |
| Haters wanna hate but I give less than a fuck some more |
| Mash up di place when I step in the jam to bust some more (alright) |
| Hold tight now! |
| Blabberman 'pon di mic, haffi mash up di place now |
| We do them shootin' on sight |
| Lyrical trigger 'pon cock, we be the shogun tribe, yo |
| It’s gonna be alright |
| 'Cause we strapped with mad skills and we bring 'em to the cypher |
| So tell 'em better hold tight |
| Blabberman 'pon di mic, haffi mash up di place now |
| Mash up di place! |