Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Style Wars , by - Chuck StrangersRelease date: 15.02.2018
Song language: English
Style Wars |
| I want to thank God for this vibe |
| I’m just laid up high |
| Thinkin' «fuck a job, I’d rather boss up on |
| Something I believe in» |
| Sonic and aesthetically pleasing |
| Niggas claiming they the best while Rakim still breathing |
| Do your Googles nigga |
| I’m in control of things |
| God and I move together as two |
| Manifesting the moves |
| Steady blessing the crew |
| We worry ya with the rhyming |
| Shoutouts to Oakland, but the warriors from Coney Island |
| On them roof tops, lit one up for 2Pac |
| 'Cause this is murder rap |
| Thinking how quick we grew up, low-key insane |
| My best friend she snort 'caine, guess life was like a dice game |
| Should I risk it with the biscuit? |
| That’s when the cops came |
| The dynamic of my whole block changed |
| Yo it’s a John Stark reality, New York mentality |
| Faded and miseducated, twenty-four years he made it |
| Now niggas can express they selves, yo |
| Sometimes I need to be alone |
| Turn off the MP', shut off my phone and just zone |
| I think of home when I need to be strong |
| We’re rolling up, no more hitting the bong |
| It’s just different phases I’m on, when I be writing these songs |
| You can hear my heart sing the tales of the light that the dark bring |
| The dark sing pain and prosperity |
| Chopped the new shipment now I got all my equipment |
| So I’m plotting on some necklaces, Mercedes or the Lexus shit? |
| You could see it in my eyes, I got niggerish endeavors |
| They gon' try to hide or make it sound clever |
| While the metronome tick like a fake Rolex |
| I’m wondering who hoes next |
| I just wanna fuck you, singing ass bitch |
| Don’t take the curve personal, I’m just not tryna work with you |
| I’mma be stunting on all the lame niggas who pass me |
| When me and Sylvie drop Ashley, it’s no more being ashy, huh |
| And that’s my word |
| I been fiendin' for progress as much as dollars |
| Fuck that tee, rock a collar |
| A business man is always proper |
| I can’t listen to what they taught ya |
| My flow is as pure as your daughter on her way to kindergarten |
| Now the conflicts is starting, and everybody watching |
| Plus your desire to be poppin' |
| Could have the illest nigga out here weighing his options |
| We past the days of «Yes, y’all and» |
| Most of my heroes ain’t balling, they falling |
| Step behind with the law |
| Can you counteract the allure and still score? |
| But what’s the higher level if your shit ain’t real |
| But my niggas be like playing they selves to have mass appeal |
| Style Wars, it ain’t even 'bout the bars no more |
| Niggas just show boat, but really they got no flow |
| Mainstream sailing, gently down the stream |
| Flopping out the waterfall, a dollar and a scheme |
| But what does it all mean? |
| Let’s take a dive deep way beneath the surface |
| You see, it’s clowns in the circus and they all lack purpose |
| Oblivious to what worth is |
| I’m serious, the brightest of 'em when it comes to spittin' verses |
| I been sicker than your average, it’s practice |
| Nowadays rap is just deadbeats and ad-libs |
| It’s backwards, these bastards just disrespect the art that the forefathers |
| never even passed 'em |
| It’s blasphemy, I gotta blast 'em |
| I see through your act, homie, can’t school me on passion |
| I’m about that action |
| They talk just to get a reaction |
| Me? |
| I stay powered up, no battery acid |
| Sheesh, haha, You feel me like |
| Smooth flow just to get them limbs relaxing |
| Cut class just to give you these classics |
| My homie Chuck Strange told me shoot that actress |
| I said I move slow just to cruise through traffic |