Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brasso, artist - Common Market. Album song The Winter's End EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.03.2009
Record label: SCIONtific
Song language: English
Brasso |
| A la Chopin pull the hamstring lovely |
| I run the option to go in tough with nothin but dust to cover me |
| Not one in this republic stand to govern me yeah |
| I study the summary curmudgeonry buffs in the introductory |
| That surpass with the purpose of servants superfluous verbage |
| For your agenda to render worthless your herb stash |
| Ante up blades of glory Gordie how the champ cut? |
| Skate the eight around fanboys holdin they Stanley Cup |
| Play nice coconut off flavor they shaved ice |
| Sippin with the quickness want no driplets on them Alifes |
| Spot in winner’s circle I buy into |
| Mama Roberts make me genetically tied to highshoe |
| Baptized in Jericho that’s where the mission come from |
| Smart about it brought a fish up out it when I finish done |
| Fried like the rest of the spread see to it they get fed |
| Clear the table space go 'head and lay ya head |
| (Not hearin' what you say to me) |
| Read a life in to the brass slide in to an «A» and play to raise the dead |
| Work with that serrated when they make it hard to break the bread |
| Sup wit us sup wit us |
| Bring a drink and you could sup wit us sup wit us yeah |
| Horny sections string along the wind pretend to follow me |
| Blew you out of first chair spare me the novelty |
| Fuck wit us fuck wit us |
| Do you a favor son and fuck wit us fuck wit us yeah uh |
| Bobbleheads properly noddin gobbled the gospel |
| Let apostles at the brothel bet god said it in darker red |
| Copy edit mark tread light across the manuscript |
| Dark valley dwellers in the cellar with the candle lit |
| Mic hot incantator grip it like a torch |
| I see the writing on the wall before me a sign of sorcery |
| Formula for forgery you borin me to tears |
| This is child’s play ain’t no fuckin mcs here |
| Flood the dungeon with rainwater and watch 'em all retreat |
| Curb your sharp tongues bastard your raft has sprung a leak |
| Lake swallow the bodies of hobbyists holler you’re volatile |
| Caught a view of the harbor out the lobby of the hospital |
| Plot to bottle potables pour a little saccharine |
| RA sugar the pusher of pure real acumen |
| Drink deep potency beyond the normal content |
| Blink sleep death before them horns come in |
| Uh |