Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finish the Bar, artist - Capo Lee. Album song Why Not, Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |