Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Finish the Bar , by - Capo Lee. Song from the album Why Not, Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.11.2016
Record label: Capo Lee
Song language: English
Finish the Bar |
| Sometimes I don’t think you motherfuckers understand where I’m coming from |
| Where I’m trying to get to |
| (Spooky) |
| (Spooky) |
| (Spooky) |
| (Spooky) |
| Everyone’s B-A-D |
| Till a close one gets bun like THC |
| Might see me with L-E-E on the M-I-C |
| I see many dead MCs |
| Study one subject like B-T-E-C |
| H all great after lessons leave |
| Step in the road and can’t apply |
| Always hear bare talk from the deadest guys |
| It’s like Capo, flow on the mic like yeah |
| More time, yo, sometimes say yeah |
| I ain’t got 100,000 views |
| But I’ll still punch man in the face like yeah |
| Come around talking watch and chains |
| Ain’t put food in the fridge all year |
| Ain’t got a flow that you flow with that’s yours |
| Chat shit, man ah end up on the floor |
| And man are back on a wave with all my Gs |
| Don’t stand by me |
| Otherwise, man are getting turfed by me |
| Man are gonna end up with a concussion and one |
| Hell of a mad nosebleed |
| Let me tell them again, can’t stand by me |
| Otherwise, man are getting turfed by me |
| Left on the astro |
| On the floor where the germs might be |
| Left Striker, always in the box |
| Not six yards, your girlfriend’s box |
| After, I gotta shoot off |
| Milkshake in the morning like yog |
| Left Striker, always in the box |
| Not six yards, your girlfriend’s box |
| After, I gotta shoot off |
| Got a little P so I put it in my gob |
| S-A, character, I’m like Spike Lee |
| S-A, mad and kick just like tai chi |
| Wednesday, drank Magnums with your wifey |
| Told her «I can’t be trapped, so untie me» |
| Eff jakes, can’t look down or confine me |
| Press play, no, we can’t stop cuh that livestream |
| Deadweight, give me the cop, it’s like ice cream |
| Bare grease chat but you will not on sight me |
| But know the levels are dumb |
| Better go run when I come round and dump |
| Don’t tell 'em twice, nah, just tell 'em once |
| When I punchline, bars come with a thump |
| Ain’t up to par, levels D-U-M-B |
| Better go run when I D-U-M-P |
| Don’t tell 'em twice, yeah, them O-N-C-E |
| C-A-P-O, L-double-E, like yo |
| Capo the Champ, I be the one |
| When I touch down, bare bars haffi run |
| Holding the mic and the dance get done |
| 16 kick out your air from your lung |
| Everyting sweet, big tune haffi beat |
| Soundboy get blazed, send me the sheet |
| Can’t find a height Cap Lee can’t reach |
| Kick man’s head, I’m the black Jet Li |
| You don’t want the Shaolin technique |
| Roundhouse will take your face so quickly |
| Man have been training on the mountain |
| From '06, I’ve got the grimy history |
| Like when Dizzee and Titch had beef on the rooftop |
| I’m not a mook, don’t push me |
| Cold like Eski, man ah move frozen |
| And you don’t wanna get your goods stolen |
| I ain’t out there robbing |
| But I know man don’t let the star fire |
| L Strally, on the mic, I’m a beast boy |
| Come to the setting all black like ravens |
| Spit onstage, I don’t do no raving |
| But if I do, I’m waving |
| Cuh your girl wants the Strally |
| And her man don’t wanna see Saint |
| Mate, don’t act silly, dumb, stupid or dark |
| This flow might blow off the roof of your car |
| Believe, I only speak truth in my bars |
| Nothing more, nothing less |
| Yes, I was born with the text |
| When I’m on set, I usually par |
| See me in the dance, reproducing a bar |
| Two peng tings, I liked the way that |
| They was moving their arse |