Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outspoken, artist - Chali 2na. Album song Against the Current, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.03.2013
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Outspoken |
Yes, yes |
Testing |
Let’s go |
And you don’t stop |
Yes sir |
And you don’t quit |
From the front to the back |
And the side to the side |
It goes a little something like this |
Till the fish touch the grave |
You’re in my BlackPlanet like Griff, Chuck, and Flav |
We rip up the stage till it fuck the slade |
When the 2na shoot them, give it your fist up and wave |
They drag you off, it’s softer than fabric softener |
Till the average listener and elaborate author |
script written with a magic marker |
Hand-picked but just a tad bit awkward when I talk the truth |
Listen, try not to be starstruck |
I pave the way like a tar truck when the guitar plucks |
Wizard of Oz but skills measured in yards plus |
Exhibit bizarre luck delivered in large thrusts |
They’re more set to give y’all stress, the birds I bless |
Will penetrate your kevlar vests |
Turn a heart rate to homicide like Bernhard Goetz |
Don’t come test, don’t count on me like income tax |
I’m outspoken |
Language is broken into a slang |
But it’s just a dialect that I select when I hang |
My mouth muscle got you checking my slang |
It’s just a dialect that I select when I hang |
I weather the storm like hurricane shudders |
I change color like a Duraflame cover |
When it burns like polyurethane rubber |
Like Danny Glover, I’m too old for this shit |
My lethal weapon is capping the flows that fish bit |
Shit, no matter the region I chose in district |
I keep my flows cheaper than a frozen fish stick |
Ballistic, checking your wristwatch in distress |
I’m big stepping like sasquatch, the fish fresh |
Bitch types on the mic you bench press |
We rowdy while you crowdy like a Bobby Brown piss test |
Cats be jel, wish me well |
But this you can tell, they waiting for the fish to fail |
On a mission wishin' they could resist a spell |
Interrupt my scene and I’ll scream on you like Christian Bale |
It’s typical, with lyrics, I’m pimping like Jack Tripper clothes |
And the spliff I roll is thick as a stripper pole |
Win an Olympic gold, |
I’m off the hook while you’re crooked like Scottie Pippen’s nose |
Intricate lyrics but gifted with a terrific flow |
Heard the competitors working it with the perfect show |
Don’t take it personal, when we break out the arsenal |
It’s impossible to defend it, look what you got into |
Disperse fat raps in dirt nap cats |
From back when folks got drugged or your purse got snatched |
records first got scratched |
Grandmaster Caz’s verse got jacked |
We call it rapper’s advice |
Not here to treat no rapper polite |
I’m committed to make you sweat like hot Africa nights |
And make the party hectic like domestic passenger flights |
We keep it classic through the passage of life |
But tonight |