Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Style #386, artist - Buck 65. Album song Vertex, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.10.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Buck 65
Song language: English
Style #386 |
From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn |
I drop math in ya path and rock on Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise |
For you to try battlin me would be unwise |
65 cause seven days of the week so You don’t wanna catch a sinker slider to the cheek bone |
Call me critical the disc jockey, the B side kickin |
Phat beats eternal, eternal pushin fried chicken |
Snap cracklin, the daft shacklin rap jackels |
Sneak attack battlin wack tacklin |
The crab apple got skills but at the same time artist |
I face the east and pray to the rhyme goddess |
With the tender lovin, the rainin and the big sliker |
The good sumaritin, homicidal hitchhicker |
Hell on wheels of steel, stick shifted |
Puffin on beats and rock on to get quick lifted |
Syllables into non-refillable blank spaces |
Eliminatin contestants according to their rank basis |
Buryin secarian MCs when the scratch is torn |
Direct other rappers can’t fuck with the natural born |
I never face the same ginet that Romeo faces |
Cause I’m too concerned with my Enhomeostasis |
The DJ front and center and the sooner he flips |
You’ll be freeze framin till the next lunar eclipse |
With the crazy ass birds a prey, they got the right words to say |
They come and circumsize you when ya eatin ya curds and whey |
Try to make a new jack feel the ace of spades |
Before ya know the ledge gettin sorta might replace his grades |
Used and confused goin about the whole scheme wrong |
Ass backwards from the closin credits to the theme song |
Dire straits reminising back to prior dates |
Ya better off tarzed and your rhymes look in fire place |
To slash and burn and try to learn how to earn the wage |
The end of the chapter four rabbit, time to turn the page |
Pathetic cryin on ya knees, beggin for a lease please |
Lemme keep the autographed poster and the creased sleeve |
The whole prize vaporized before your eyes ya lost objective |
Because the dream was no longer cost effective |
Ya threw a gutter ball and still had to utter gaul |
To profile and front, when you know my shit is butter y’all |
From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn |
I drop math in ya path and rock on Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise |
For you to try battlin me would be unwise |
From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn |
I drop math in ya path and rock on Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise |
For you to try battlin me would be unwise |