Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F**k It Up, artist - Black Moon. Album song Who Got Da Props b/w F**k It Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.11.2007
Record label: Nervous
Song language: English
F**k It Up |
| Call me, hits and say jack, cause I get no punani |
| Flippin' a script, leaving the sucker ducks behind me |
| I’m a threat to poetry, you know it’s me |
| When you see brothers, running around, here now Duck Down |
| Here comes the Buckshot Shorty |
| Swingin' tracks, with more rhythm and blues then Berry Gordy |
| Doing damage, when I vanish an MC, and picture the dream |
| I’m a warrior, not Freddy Kruger Part Three |
| Slap that wack shit, you can face your arraignment |
| Life, I think you need some edutainment |
| Try to slave my mind frame, you catch a spazasm |
| Damn I feel good like a long awaited orgasm |
| I blow up like a nigga who doing life in jail |
| But failed, kick back and drink an ale |
| Yeah, I’m the man that control with this |
| Run with a crew, and in my mind I’m a soloist |
| I don’t walk, but verbally break x |
| That’s why I got nuff respect, in this profession |
| But all punk sucker ducks, still don’t know the answer |
| To the question |
| How we gonna fuck it up? |
| (Yo, it’s fucked up) |
| How we gonna fuck it up? |
| (Yo, it’s fucked up) |
| How we gonna fuck it up? |
| (Yo, it’s fucked up) |
| How we gonna fuck it up? |
| (Yo, it’s fucked up) |
| Here I come, with the mic in my right |
| To get paid, plus raid the lime light |
| For any MC, that’s so called, gets the props |
| I rock hip hop, non stop, to give nots |
| I’m the man, the original |
| Straight from Crown Heights, my life’s subliminal |
| Make my mark then spark, intellect, you’ll find |
| And give insight to the blind |
| I manifest the best when I step through |
| Five deadly styles, but I don’t do kung fu |
| Give me the tool and I go buckwild |
| Bitches and niggas on my dick because I’m versatile |
| So if you bite, I’ll ignite the dynamite |
| Battle words, and battles gone, but I’m not that type |
| But I get hype, when I write to a format |
| Produced by Evil Dee, so now it’s all that |
| Watch your back, cause I attack |
| And if you ain’t down with Beatminerz, your |
| Wig-wig-wack |
| Lyrical genius, mic Mr. Wonderful |
| I grab the mic and make it turn like a run-do |
| Known to poetic, to terrorize, listen |
| This is a call to other mc’s, time to televise |
| A smooth black brother on the rap scene |
| Doing my best to manifest to the fiend |
| That I can finesse, and excel beyond any dope |
| Guaranteed to turn the party out |
| I light shit up like a professional mob hit |
| No competition, cause the rest is garbage |
| Yeah, I’m not the one to get played |
| So back up off my dick, before I spark my renegade |
| Lyrical melodies are chosen |
| I revise the travel, cause the rest had 'em dozin' |
| Off, I’m the boss, don’t forget it |
| When I rip it and stick it, manifest to the wicked |
| And wow, I don’t smile when I catch wreck |
| Fuck the body blows, I’m going straight for the neck |