Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Stop, artist - Clear Soul Forces. Album song Still, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Don't Stop |
Woooo! |
You know something VG |
Tonight, there’s gonna be a new champion walking out |
Woooo! |
There we go |
Aye yo |
Check it |
Return of the Nature Boy |
Heavyweight title under the robe |
Bane and a blessing it’s, telekinetic weapon swinging |
Rebel intelligence and deep flows |
Over Ilajide bringing the chops like Ricky the Dragon Steamboat |
My old stomping grounds, every speaker ever that played my sounds |
Say it loud, I’m a mastermind and I’m proud |
Have this line split a crowd while I walk through 'em |
I mean |
Omnipotent, still broken from losing close friends |
What’s the scenario the, theory of the low end |
With low ends, I figure four figures fours will snap ya low end |
And pro bend, dropping lava rocks like Bolin |
Titan spitting rhymes and flipping lyrics, luchador a Benjamin |
Shout outs to my niggas on that grizzly fucking getting it |
Deep focus ya eyelids visualize my target |
Maintaining, staying focused always sticking to the real |
Shit that’s sticking to ya ribs, what’s the fucking miggy deal |
Feel ya body grooving, spirit lifted, level shifted |
Shitting on nobody in specific, flow is on the Pacific |
Massive like a naval ship is, love it because I live it |
Grip, spit it from my inner, moving up another step |
Mushing you suckas to the left, I do it 'til the fucking death |
You do it for photo flash, I’m mixing the sticky with the hash |
Light it 'fore I fucking pass, far ahead of my fucking class |
Go get my mama, tell her I’m about to gra-duate |
Make you sucka niggas have to hate |
You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop |
You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop |
You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop |
You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop |
I’m inspiring to be perspiring |
Sweating bullets, dodging city lights |
That’s a major key, no Phyllis Hyman |
Alvin and Simon, so nuts when I’m rhyming |
Not to be fucked with, this solitary confinement |
Slam the doors closed like casket matches |
My big red machine solely solar powered by the masses |
Cain and Abel I only came 'cause the titties on Sable |
The boob tube stay connected like a navel |
Walls of Jericho, tighter than Kurt’s ankle holds |
See stars are spangled then we dip without the |
Forces hard as Papa Shango |
Still kicking voodoo, something wicked with the medulla |
You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop |
You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop |
You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop |
You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop |
Everybody be asking, what the fuck we be doing |
relocation, L.A.Z. |
tell 'em we moving |
Mooning all over the beats, I show my ass but I’m not cooning |
She know I’m down for the skeet, but shit a nigga never be spooning |
Booming just like the shakalak, open up all my chakras |
I can’t wait 'til I drop the top just to make all that pussy pop |
And La rocks the spot just like I’m dealing |
All this dope we concealing |
Dormammu from killing Doctor Strange in the building |
Willing something to make a movement |
A nigga be chiefing just like a teepee so I gotta spear it |
Fear them, that’ll be never and my shit be so benevolent |
Rhetoric like that sticky hydro can it be medicine |
Let us up in that place with all the greats I swear we better than |
You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop |
You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop |
You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop |
You can’t go wrong and you don’t stop |
Wooo! |
Because I… am Ric Flair, the sytlin', profilin', limousine ridin', |
jet flyin', kiss-stealin', wheelin' and dealin' son of a gun! |
Wooo! |
Go A-C-H go |
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Power and speed, I master the craft to battle here |
450 splash, I’m jumping outta the atmosphere |
On a voyage to be the, best in the world |
While I’m suplexing ya, catch a one piece from Luffy the wrestler |
I’ve turned buckles into flyweight |
Been on this road so long that I became a cruiserweight |
These exclusives elusive, it’s to the point I got the title belt to keep the |
tracks looping |
Crowds keep it moving, we slam dance to it |
Using a couple combinations, total domination |
Precision, tech-i-nician, you don’t want it with this mat work |
Hurting you figure four alert, arsenal full of skill here |
Enemies in my crosshairs, over the top, steer clear |
I been splashing |
light the game up with my |
Right in submission to the mat you 'bout to tap |
I was whi-whipping into suplex lay 'em flat |
Why you got 'em like that |
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Hurricanrana these rhymes you out of time |
cone out of my mind I’m taking flight |
Then I grab my legs and front flip, you finished for the night |
Like you clocking out, I clock you 'round ya head you outta life |
If I were you I’d pay the price, the cost is high but I be higher |
When doin' this five star frog, opponents stiff as a log |
No flaws in my submission |
so now they flock to the bars, tell 'em listen go |
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