Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broken Glass, artist - Cappadonna. Album song The Struggle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.06.2005
Record label: Code Red
Song language: English
Broken Glass |
| It’s like a snake bites the flesh, I damage and leave the poison |
| Ruckus in the Square, it’s me who brought the noise in |
| The vocab killa, usin' my words like matches |
| Settin' fire to the jam like Backdraft & Hellfire |
| Latches, start to unlock when I rock |
| You with the ready rock, hip hop feels the block |
| You can’t stop, bouncin' and movin' |
| Cuz I walk these dogs like I’m righteous |
| Buildin' in the cypher with twelve Gods |
| People from all over flood the street like cars |
| To hear the drama, who’s that spectucular rhymer? |
| It’s me: C-A-P-P-A, D, double E |
| Cappadon' brings the shit from cross the sea |
| With the laid back style that pump inside the Porsche |
| If this was the Olympics, I be holdin' the torch |
| With the phat golden 'dallion hangin' down from my neck |
| We the slang prostitution get the dookie respect |
| Yeah, talkin' bout, get that money up |
| Birth of Don'… what up Rae? |
| What up Ghost? |
| Look at this. |
| I’m a lyrical arson, my technique is awesome |
| Verbal murderer darts and suttle the beat metamorphis |
| Step into my office, I torch this, for chips I cost this |
| More hits, no water hits, unrecord this |
| I swing a sword quick, original Don' for hire |
| I attack microphones and set 'em on fire |
| Welcome to my environment of ill vocal attire |
| Pass the wire, it’s the twelve o’clock rock |
| That makes the hip hop beats, dart armanilla |
| Straight Killa Hilla, ol' school joints and Miller |
| Baggy jeans, the gun-gums vest in the dumb-dumbs |
| Come on my team pick corns and we rump-a-pump-pump |
| Coins, and we dumb-dumbs be Donna Goines and my niggas |
| No feds, easy on the pictures (come on now) |
| Watch everything and search those bitches |
| See you, word up |
| We don’t get no prop-love |
| Rump-a-pump-pump-pump |
| Come on, can I say it? |
| Pass the tape, get the fuck up |
| What, what, Homicide, S. I |
| What, baby? |
| The hustle… come on |
| Surrender! |
| Move, haha, grab 'em, what’s really good? |
| You fuckin' faggots! |
| I tried to tell ya niggas, we won’t be opressed no more. |
| We ain’t takin' it, nigga, this shit is real! |
| This album right here is called «The Struggle» |
| Don’t forget! |
| It’s my fuckin' word. |
| 2003, slash, Code: Red, nigga! |
| *three gun shots* |