Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sound The Alarm , by - Black Milk. Song from the album Popular Demand, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.03.2007
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Sound The Alarm |
| [Intro: Guilty Simpson & |
| Black Milk |
| Whoa |
| New shit |
| (Yo) Yeah |
| Go |
| This the one that gone get live on the club man |
| Matter of fact, DJ turn it louder |
| Uh, uh |
| Turn it louder |
| From the floor to the ceiling |
| Detroit in the muthafuckin building |
| Destroy everything, yo, we kill it |
| D-Boy on them big boy wheels yep |
| Too cold to grab |
| Even more like a photo lab, I’ma shoot something |
| Niggas fold when the gun go blast |
| Half ass rappers we just fold in half |
| Throw in trash |
| Might go pop like the go-go dancing |
| And go pose for the photo lens |
| And I still got more but |
| If you wanna go flow for flow, or the toe to toe we can go but |
| New year so I’m stoppin' lames |
| Can’t give them fame so I’m not droppin' names |
| Labels played the fools like they played to lose |
| I just played you dudes, checkmate your move |
| I’m a just give them two plus two bars |
| Niggas like ease off em Black, please just cool off |
| Real music I crush gimmicks |
| Give it up, naw, more like Willie Hunts with it |
| Hands to the sky, get them high |
| Call up for help, this shit is fire |
| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm |
| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm |
| Hands to the sky, get them high |
| Call up for help, this shit is fire |
| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm |
| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm |
| Yeah, |
| Too live for TV |
| (Get em' Guilt) Too real for radio |
| They hate the joint but they’ll play it though |
| (Why?) The fans demand the man and I’m him |
| Chipped up watch and fresh Timbs |
| Throw em up high, gun for the spy |
| Tryin 'to catch wind like the spread wings on a fly |
| Nigga I, solemnly swear to rep thorough men |
| Got em' hooked like black tar heroin |
| Barrels in your mouth, we own the house |
| Here to take my cut since your holdin' out |
| I’m a brand new face wit a old school weapon |
| Hammer mothafucka', yeah 3−5-7 |
| I gotta feed my brethren |
| No excuses so withholding doe is useless |
| Be warned if you pay me light |
| You betta' have something of value to make it right |
| Hands to the sky, get them high |
| Call up for help, this shit is fire |
| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm |
| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm |
| Hands to the sky, get them high |
| Call up for help, this shit is fire |
| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm |
| Sound sound alarm, sound the alarm |