Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get No Better, artist - Clear Soul Forces. Album song Detroit Revolution(S), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Clear Soul
Song language: English
Get No Better |
Chickity check, it brought the soul back to the home team |
Motown, why can’t you see my team is supreme, Diana |
Welcome to the solar system of the Forces |
You running in a circle we just chewing on your orbit |
Forfeit fork it over, a Heimlich maneuver |
Me and my niggas will make the cut like you Ryu Hayabusa |
Future brighter, do whatever you could imagine |
Imagine the forces with you, running the web like arachnids |
Tarantulas eight-legged gargantuous animals |
Causing maximum damage with my tongue and an animal |
While we be focused on a salary, lettuce to bring the croutons |
I’m trying to have a dollar bill salad right on Obama’s lawn |
Let you be the pawn with my niggas playing hooky |
While my paper double triple like Lebron as a rookie |
I’m feeling better than, better than, better than the veterans |
I use the booth as my pulpit, I’m a reverend (Chuuch!) |
On the road where you could find us |
Not gassed up, the shit is 4 bucks, so we avoid pumps |
We serving rappers like they ordered it |
Till we post on blogs, post up and loitering |
The story ends where ours begins, now flip the page |
In the park shooting jumpers while others was flipping yay |
No Cartiers, couple of J’s and reading comics |
Could have labeled me a nerd, but slaying bitches in the closet |
Awesome, left the city early they forget him, nah |
I come from 2 worlds but the city know I got 'em |
Went from smelling crack smoke at that busted house at our neighbors |
To rarely seeing black folk, the only nigga turning in papers |
Cause it’s a, a new era, no American apparel |
No lucifer in my levels, eradicating these devils |
From out of my air space, take a hit (See space) |
Take a listen, did I mention we the new freebase? |
(Get laced) |
Spin around, (Listen nigga) look straight |
This is lyrical hypnosis, toting this 45 |
It’s sagging cause of the holster, world’s weight up on my shoulders |
Nuts about as big as boulders |
They dropping like roller coasters |
You bagging up at they Kroger, trying to meet a fucking quota |
Give it up, my nigga, it’s over |
Get it knocking like Jehovah |
Who colder my shit is cryogenic, I’m authentic clinic |
Who with me? |
Come get it with me and make sure all these niggas is finished |
Yes sir, lets get into it, it’s only right I get it in |
Your gal mind opened up like she took the pill from Limitless |
Taught to reach for the stars when we was little kids |
Now, it’s smoke clouds, 'cause the sky is what the limit is |
Now let it (Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump) |
In the (Trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk) |
Show the world we riders and won’t take it |
Just light it up (say what) man fuck a hater |
It don’t get no better, no better |
It don’t get no better, no better |
It don’t get no better, no better |
It don’t get no better, no better |
Than this |
Heavy mentally, the mic I am dismembering |
I spit it for my niggas, we kill it with verbal symmetry |
You’ll just be a memory, with the pen I’m a blessing |
Trying to steal my secret cookbook, call that shit Inception |
My conception was immaculate so this is wrapped in Reynolds |
Know you mad cause they listen and you can’t afford a rental |
Face is sour as a |
And bread the only thing that’s on the menu |
The blind lead the blind, open up your windows |
Take a breath of fresh air that we can give you |
In this game we just some niggas trying to blow, we on Nintendo |
Parental advisory, advising me is simple |
Just get me a 100 miles away from an instrumental |
My influential flows get a mama out her pantyhose |
Grandiose spit it 'til cameo is a cameo |
I hope you fight well, ain’t going nowhere |
I’m Shawn Michaels, turn it up and sweet chin music your head |
Go head, we got this rap shit down to a mad science |
The biochemist, everything I write hard, hieroglyphics |
Welcome to the round table where we plot on all our challengers |
King Arthur of the art which is written with Excalibur |
Jet lag mixed with hiatus |
Gamma Fly Beta, was born with an ultimatum: |
Write and become the greatest or become a statistic |
Listed with averages and tables, proving the illustration |
The picture they paint us we animals, lock us in cages |
No zoos just a concrete jungle, we fucking made it |
For my team I’ll be a martyr |
This shit is hard body nigga, Tony Stark armor |
Now let it (Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump) |
In the (Trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk, trunk) |
Show the world we riders and won’t take it |
Just light it up (say what) man fuck a hater |
It don’t get no better, no better |
It don’t get no better, no better |
It don’t get no better, no better |
It don’t get no better, no better |
Than this |