Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Machinegun Rap, artist - BluntOneAlbum song Orbiting Rawbits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Vinyl
Song language: English
Machinegun Rap |
| Verse 1: Awon |
| This is for the bandoleros up in the bandos |
| Greening shots, that golden state I’m Steph Curry with the handles |
| Fuck it, they gonna have to sue me for the samples |
| I’m Charles Barkley and M.J., the way I gamble |
| Every verse is a statement, I never ramble |
| Line up the heads of MC’s on my mantle |
| When I’m on the mic, keep it lit like a candle |
| Like when I spark the lye wit' a strain you can’t handle |
| Listenin' to oldies, I be digging for the loops |
| Rakes, chops, and shit BluntOne who produce |
| Blend it like a ninja, now her pimp got the juice |
| Grooves got the girlies loose, pockets fat like Bruce Bruce |
| Shoppin' for new coupes, panoramic new roofs |
| Wallies and Chartreuse sippin on a d’usse-d'usse |
| A butt like platinum spittin' acid over bass |
| Hook: Awon |
| The result, is eruption, this flow is outer space |
| This that Sun Ra n' George Clinton funk |
| Afro-future, machine gun rap |
| And for them hoes Karma Sutra |
| The antidote, crush yo' cantaloupe |
| The antithesis |
| When my freestyle soundin' better than yo' written shit |
| Flow ridiculous, rock a crown for my penmanship |
| Player’s Club membership |
| Born a straight nemesis |
| The government’s my third eye, got me on some other shit |
| I stay on the run, eatin' underground n' lovin' it |
| Verse 2: Awon |
| Who the fuck is this? |
| Tellin' me that I ain’t the shit |
| They maybe need a decongestant |
| Because my presence is the essence of everything refreshin' |
| Better watch who you testin' or a shot, is yo' lesson |
| Yo' thots, stay finessin' wit' a smile on her face |
| That bitch backstabbin', that’s why you caught a case |
| It’s 2000-somethin' who still smoking mace? |
| Why front, if you fake? |
| Most yo' big, homies jake- |
| Niggas who, got weight, never talk it |
| Flashy cats be the target of narcotics and woos often |
| Keep talkin' that bullshit, and see coffins |
| Pine, oak and cedar, dirt naps, you can’t see the |
| Prominence, hail to dominant |
| Ain’t nobody fuckin' with me or my conglamerance |
| This is politics a chest aimed |
| Don’t let em' Get you gassed like methane |
| See how their tek ain' |
| Bringing you that med pain |
| Hook: Awon |
| That Sun Ra n' George Clinton funk |
| Afro-future, machine gun rap |
| And for them hoes Karma Sutra |
| The antidote, crush yo' cantaloupe |
| The antithesis |
| When my freestyle soundin' better than yo' written shit |
| Flow ridiculous, rock a crown for my penmanship |
| Player’s Club membership |
| Born a straight nemesis |
| The government’s my third eye, got me on some other shit |
| I stay on the run, eatin' underground n' lovin' it |