Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Action, artist - Black Milk. Album song Popular Demand, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.03.2007
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Action |
| This is a Black Milk Presentation |
| Ride with us, this how we do it |
| T3 my nigga what up family |
| Elzhi my nigga what up family |
| Baatin my niggga what Up fam |
| In a lam-lam we ran so hand me my Grammy |
| No competition, none villain |
| Throw them hands to the air all flailing to the ceiling |
| Take a cup then fill it pour out a little liquor |
| Toast to my nigga Dilla |
| Still Livin' still reppin' the cause |
| To put the D on my back like a shirt that I bought |
| Turn and I walk you see it’s all nothing |
| We money hungry all eat pocket’s got big stomachs |
| Pockets got big money on the grind no sleep |
| Gotta keep the alarm clock running |
| Never leave you alone, my squad’s not budging' |
| They all hide from us like camouflage colors |
| Time, Time for some action |
| We gon get it back going back son |
| Tin where you at |
| I’m Right Here son |
| Then show these niggas where they got their style from |
| (I can’t understand a word of this verse) |
| Time, Time for some action |
| We gon get it back going back son |
| El where you at |
| I’m Right Here Black |
| Then show these niggas where the rhymes at |
| Put up a hundred grand and think I won’t demolish any son of man |
| I have 'em feeling like a villain when his gun is jammed |
| You seen death, swing the right, then you lean left |
| We battle, you swear you seen death in-between breaths |
| I travel through sound and dance on the melody |
| No wonder why they hailing me the king of the spelling bee |
| You just picking up steam |
| I spit heat, there’s no difference than the one used for sticking up teams |
| There’s no escaping the flow from the older jason |
| Rapping circles around clowns like I’m roller skating |
| El is a threat and hailed as a vet |
| Sipping Louie to 13, you just excel to moet |
| Hand out the window dropping shells on your set |
| This is murder rap |
| I live for n get shot off how they turn they caps |
| Born crazy the children of the corn raised me |
| In the killer fields (?) with deformed babies |
| Ladies I’m tearing in, think I’m marrying |
| Necking in my million dollar dream house with the aquarium |
| Man listen you a rendition of a hoe in transition, man kissing, never stand |
| pissing |
| Time, Time for some action |
| We gon get it back going back son |
| 3 where you at |
| I’m Right Here son |
| Then show these niggas where the flow came from |
| The villa fam and yeah, Black’s my man |
| See them little niggas beefing they’re got rid of really fast |
| Think you’ve heard the best of the Slum? |
| you haven’t heard the last |
| Speaking' of Dilla, me and my niggas holdin' Dilla flags |
| Dilla’s still one of the illest that did it in the past |
| Menace to niggas whenever niggas' fingers hit the pass |
| Can’t see us, beat us or fleet us I’m running on the tracks |
| Flowing with it till I finish I’m dong multiple laps |
| Matter of fact I smack these cats, they ain’t scratch |
| And totally amaze myself I’m spectac- |
| Ular I spit that raw I go third |
| Or tray, or anything else except for herb |
| Y’all did now y’all done let me and my mans merge |
| It’s the villa high puffing the realest of experts |
| Planning my birth to resurrect like Jesus In church |
| Rushin the tempo through momento i spill it on the track son |
| Time, Time for some action |
| We gon get it back going back son |
| We the last ones |
| Don’t get mad son |
| Give it up, it’s a wrap |
| ONE! |