Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Style #386 , by - Buck 65. Song from the album Vertex, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |