Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song House, artist - Common Market. Album song Tobacco Road, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SCIONtific
Song language: English
House |
To every being ever called up to spend |
Just a blink 'fore it ends — we gon' bring y’all in |
A couple cling to the wall they defend |
Either sink or swim — we gon' bring y’all in |
Baby string can’t haul them gems |
You trynna ring all ten? |
Time to bring y’all in |
I turn a king to a thrall of the pen |
And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y’all in |
Scent of my magnetism is animalistic |
Luck of the nothin' - tug of the draw’s pan-pacific, kid |
Knuckle and brawl and handle your business |
Sparring with a phantom is tantamount to dancin' - rhythm deficient |
Officially minted, leave a critic to speculate |
If you’re the next great, where’s the hint of pimp in your gait |
Strode steady for years, still standin' after my appearance here |
Stabilize my saber, the spearmint spear |
Full flavor to spare, sip it with a modicum of self-restraint |
Self-proclaimed prophets have felt faint |
Shell of a saint yellin' devilish thangs in their harangue |
This fella claims the spirit is spent? |
Tell him it ain’t |
From ashes arise a Lazarus to gather them back |
Babbling pragmatists and satirists are lathered in flack |
Tapping the pattern out: dit-dot-dash in mathematics |
The path of a maverick and through rap, you track the half of it |
Designated with asterisks, the last hall of famer |
Inducted before the regulations changed in your favor |
I ain’t mad atcha — a waste of anger to hate ya |
Save my words to determine the fate of the nomenclature |
Who’s sayin' preservation’s makin' it stagnate advancement? |
State your place and I’mma wait for your answer |
They prolly just hope to aggravate the populous |
I tabulate the coiffeurs when the pull make 'em gravitate |
Everything gets resolved I attend |
Either fiend or friend — we gon' bring y’all in |
The kid dream in the drawl of his kin |
What I seen appall men — time to bring y’all in |
Intervene, my involvement depends |
On the steam awe lends — enough to bring y’all in |
I felt the sting when swallowin' the gin |
Holla «clean I been» after we bring y’all in |
Assault the sire, y’all admire my moxie |
Some aligned with the code of the streets by proxy |
Knockin' me for constancy I be within my element |
Though all you ever held and dealt was leant from a twelve-inch |
The blend’s off — pitch it right, livin' like a bitch of my mentors? |
When vinyl’s all you’re spinnin' on Crenshaw |
Sense flawed and faulty, your censure tawdry |
I alike derived my philosophy from who taught me, let 'em talk now |
Impossible shot from a broken arrow |
Sun lay over death, you left prints on the tarot |
I’ll show you how to tow the harrow over the tract |
It’s slow-going with all the work my barrow packs |
Skirt past, cursin' at us claiming the lanes are for these |
I pay no mind to idle talk, y’all a mockery of speed |
I pace the beat patiently, as long as it takes |
Acquiesce to the greatest escape (here we go) |
To every being ever called up to spend |
Just a blink 'fore it ends — we gon' bring y’all in |
A couple cling to the wall they defend |
Either sink or swim — we gon' bring y’all in |
Baby string can’t haul them gems |
You trynna ring all ten? |
Time to bring y’all in |
I turn a king to a thrall of the pen |
And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y’all in |
Everything gets resolved I attend |
Either fiend or friend — we gon' bring y’all in |
The kid dream in the drawl of his kin |
What I seen appall men — time to bring y’all in |
Intervene, my involvement depends |
On the steam awe lends — enough to bring y’all in |
I felt the sting when swallowin' the gin |
Holla «clean I been» after we bring y’all in |