Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rare Form, artist - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Album song Blakk Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Vinyl
Song language: English
Rare Form |
| Look |
| Catch me in the base, trynna send a package up-state |
| 20 P’s of each box wrapped in a package and tape |
| I ain’t never lackin', always keep the strap on my waist |
| Nigga get out of pocket, I’ma put you back in your place |
| Spent 20 on a chain, I made it back, so I’m straight |
| Now I can throw that 20 back in a safe |
| You said you iller than Machine, that’s like a slap in the face |
| You can’t match the raps I create or tracks that I make |
| Ayo look, hold up |
| That was the 8th? |
| (Ay that was the 8th bar) |
| I got 7 more bars to show these rappers I’m great |
| I mean I took over the game at an immaculate pace |
| You see all these racks that I made, got a staggering weight |
| I knew I had a classic 'fore they mixed and master my tape |
| Smoking gas with my nigga Burner in the back of a rave |
| I promise most of these rappers is fake |
| Last nigga fronted in the club got his head cracked with a 8th |
| I know that this is 16th but fuck that |
| When I rap I go apeshit |
| So when |
| It be the niggas that you got love for that come after your cake |
| You seem paid in full, what happened to 8th |
| Aghhh |
| Uh, I’m in rare form (uh-huh) |
| 40 on my hip blow a nigga airborne (Boom Boom) |
| Rare form |
| I’m in a whole 'nother zone |
| Well, tell the niggas I’m in rare form |
| Bread getting longer, the bars getting stronger (This shit easy nigga) |
| 'Cause on every song I’m a motherfucking monster (uhh) |
| I’m in rare form (I'm in rare form nigga) |
| Motherfucker I’m in rare form |
| It’s the almighty machine |
| Ain’t no rapper hard like bars like the machine |
| All night on the scene, so raw and it was clean |
| In the yard right, I kept this AR packed with the beam (Brrr) |
| Don’t think I’m slippin', the four right in my jeans |
| I will let it off and |
| The big dawg, I ball like I’m Kareem |
| With the hooks, they ain’t know that the |
| I’m a God, right? |
| And you like Cartwright |
| From the free-throw line, I take off like I’m |
| All the shit I seen, spent all night with the fiends |
| Slept by the doorbell when all night it would rain |
| wrapped in McQueens, get the whore outta your dreams |
| She don’t rock the, my broad |
| Copped the designer things and all type of new bling |
| Rocking Louis, Supreme, get long pipe to your queen |
| The machine |
| Line 'em niggas up, man |
| That’s my word, line 'em niggas up |
| And not none of this shit hit no nigga |
| Ain’t none of this shit on no motherfuckin' iPhone, nigga |
| I just stand in front of the mic and let that shit go, nigga |
| Drums, we flood niggas |
| I’m in rare form, nigga |
| (Come on, nigga) Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me when I’m just doing like this |
| Ayy, how y’all gon' fuck with me when I write it, nigga |
| I mean ask yourself |
| Is you fuckin serious nigga |
| Machine, bitch |
| Yahhhhh |