Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tell 'Em, artist - Chill Rob GDate of issue: 09.11.2017
Song language: English
Tell 'Em |
| Yeah, there’s a lot of these cats, man |
| Lot of cats, you know what I mean? |
| New cats, old cats; |
| doesn’t really matter |
| Everybody wanna be the best |
| Everybody wanna be the best |
| Been doin' this since my teen years |
| One of the greatest orators you have ever seen here |
| When I tell you to fall back, I mean rear |
| When I tell you these dudes shook, I mean fear |
| Starin' at me like you ain’t sure to seein' clear |
| Catch me on occasion like blue moons or green beer |
| Older and colder, the boulder holder will mold ya |
| Break ya and make ya into something more than a faker |
| Rappers be yappin' 'bout all that of the gats they cappin' |
| 'Til I catch 'em and zap 'em |
| They wonder what the hell happened |
| A wonder drug to cure all your mind’s ills |
| Superthug for sure, callin' on rhyme skills |
| I am the proof: talent is never temporary |
| I am the truth and the plauge on my adversaries |
| Test me at your peril, I keep a razor sterile |
| Beware of the Chill one |
| Technique is thorough |
| I said the technique is thorough |
| You know the technique is thorough |
| Tell 'em who the fuck I am |
| Chill Rob G |
| I’m simply top notch |
| Tell 'em who the fuck I am |
| The name is Chill Rob |
| I’m simply top notch |
| Yo, yo, yo |
| When I bust the dust you |
| I wanna tongue spit it |
| I done did it, you done quit it |
| I’m hitting the sluts, guts 'til the hunt shitted |
| You bullshittin', bitch you ain’t never come with it |
| I first hit it with the record label suck di-dick |
| The same time Holyfield forfeited |
| Is it invigorating when you wiggle your little weigh? |
| Let me pick up, you disobeying |
| What is it you saying? |
| Is it an enemy or a friend |
| You say you didn’t betray 'em |
| Kick 'em like kid and play |
| I’m leaving your liver laying |
| And the gun spit bullet holes hitting above ya |
| Like Rob G name on the Ride the Rhythm cover |
| Rip the contract with the goal to combat |
| Handcuff my arm back, falling on contact |
| Played the name game with the same lame |
| Bang banging your brain when I’m bringing the nightmares |
| Like game Dane, it’s a shame you ain’t maintaining the game |
| Claim you rain, bringing the pain |
| I’m ripping you out the frame like |
| Now I’m sittin' in the courtroom all day |
| I claim I’m innocent, but that’s what they all say |
| Rob tell 'em |
| Tell 'em who the fuck I am |
| Chill Rob G |
| I’m simply top notch |
| Tell 'em who the fuck I am |
| The name is Chill Rob |
| I’m simply top notch |
| But I might make your mind grow |
| Whether I spit speed, these bars are rhymed slow |
| It really doesn’t matter yo |
| Don’t let me stop you from checkin' out the data though |
| That’s if you wanna know |
| Me? |
| I just wanna flow |
| So, if you wanna go, it’s called freestyle, you better bring dough (yeah) |
| I’m one negro to avoid when annoyed (word) |
| I’m not responsible for what’s destroyed |
| I’m told that I can be a real hemorrhoid when blasting little bastards out into |
| a void |
| Kinda like Freud, except my analysis 'cause calluses and mental keloids |
| But don’t be alarmed, 'cause rap is an art |
| I came to take these rappers apart (yup) |
| Hard to separate the smell from a fart |
| Just kill 'em all and make a fresh start |
| Try to tell 'em |
| Tell 'em who the fuck I am |
| Chill Rob G |
| I’m simply top notch |
| Tell 'em who the fuck I am |
| The name is Chill Rob |
| I’m simply top notch |