Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say Something, artist - Black Milk. Album song Popular Demand, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.03.2007
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Say Something |
A world wind of sound, I’m grabbing the Oscar |
On top of my game so keep ya eyes up |
Y’all can’t rise but y’all guys fall |
I’m still high like blue skies where stars align up |
Change the game, I’m crushing it |
So hang yourself until you feet can dangle under ya |
Build your empire up and I’m still crushin' it down |
Until it look like legos tumbling |
They mumbling that I’m tha illest, the new thing |
So if the shoe fits, I’m lacing the shoe strings |
Ballin' hard, my nigga’s Pat Ewing |
God, got a couple tricks up under my two sleeves |
Jot a couple lines on top of some loose leaf |
And I need more then two sheets |
No sleep at night, and even when the sun’s up |
From beats to rhymes, I’m hard on both ends, call me numbchucks |
Hook (2x): |
They ain’t really saying nothing, we getting it |
Them niggas ain’t spraying nothing, we getting it |
Same lame niggas, same fronting, we getting it |
Shame on a (Nuh), and if he say something |
They can act like they don’t know, the hallo flows |
Over there head, when I’m holding a pen |
Call me an ink slinger; |
give a beat a tattoo |
And I stay on the roll, I’m sorta like crap shooting |
I advance quicker then a cats movements |
Chasing the mouse and breaking out strong as the Hulk |
When he rip through cloth, all I do is stir up |
Bars are sick, I’mma need cough syrup |
Call the law firm up, we gotta case, another track |
Tag had a verse full, turned up murdered |
I’m a person, something like a furnace |
Burning up, rising highs, a tidal wave nigga, surf’s up |
My flow tight as a shirt tucked |
The goal is to earn bucks, get a bundle of money standing up tall |
I got the mic with a clutched palm |
Having the audience off of they feet like a center at jump-ball |
Hook (2x) |
You young punks is pound puppies |
I remember when you got your first pound |
You was found lucky |
That underground ugly (Cold!) |
Since the silent whispers of lost souls and dead guppies |
Roll with the underdog, give it up like applause |
Robbing batsards masked it, Pete of tha paid pah (?) |
That thirty-thirty knocked you nose off six blocks away |
The sound of the city, that sound like a cave |
Hook (2x) |