Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hear Me Though, artist - Copywrite. Album song The High Exhaulted, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.06.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eastern Conference
Song language: English
Hear Me Though |
You’re payin' me to guest appear? |
That’s like handin' me five Gs to slice you from chest to ear |
These veterans here spew sentiments of pain |
After I shoot the gift my stage presence/presents will remain |
Visions came to you after you picked my brain |
If you got creative juices |
Then I got the fruit from which they came |
Think I’m heartless cause crews get slain |
But of course I got a heart |
What else could pump this steel through my veins |
And C don’t aim to please |
I aim to kill lame MCs |
Point my slang at their brains and squeeze |
You bring five fingers of death to cats? |
I got one finger to bring you to death in four seconds flat |
And you won’t last so don’t brag |
You wanna go toe to toe? |
I’m tryin' to go toe to toe tag |
So when you hear that chirp sound |
Spit my verse clown |
That way you can make it 20 seconds through the first round |
I stay strep throat from screamin' rated X quotes |
Battled the whole Tunnel for doe |
Players left broke |
So the shit I’m on |
You’re not remotely on that |
And nobody’s fuckin' with my crew |
Quote me on that |
This is theme music so smoke your weed to it |
And choke MCs to it |
You know how we do it |
And to the haters? |
I know you feel me though |
You hatin' on me but you hear me though |
And to my people that’s evil |
Drinkin' and drivin' illegal |
Smokin' and high as an eagle |
Bitches I’m tryin' to see you |
But to the haters |
I know you feel me though |
You hatin' on me but you hear me though |
It’s C Dub, chewed up in a rented Benz |
I’d speed up but the tank is on E like Eminem |
One blunt |
The hoes hands right in my pants |
Two blunts |
And I’m on the opposite side of the road like I’m in France |
I spit hate |
Fuck that |
For each mixtape I bless |
Your record release date is pushed a month back |
But we can spar sitting, drop 50 bars shittin' |
The bathroom or the vocal booth, no large difference |
I hit herb smoke |
Spit to split nerves open |
None of that shit you spit is worth quotin' |
Each verse smokin' |
78, never fake |
Leave you in the middle of nowhere like the letter «H» |
Better get it straight |
Before I straighten it myself |
You a clone |
I diss you, I’m hatin' on myself |
Copy headed |
Like take your slopped edit demo |
Document it |
Fuck you, fuck him |
And tell 'em Copy said it |
Get your soft crew |
So I can clip them off too |
My clique can not lose |
Got sick shit to drop soon |
You picked the wrong dude |
Quick to cock tools |
Start the beef at 5:58 and make the six o’clock news |
I still battle |
Dawg, ain’t no slaughterin' me |
Besides, I don’t battle for nothin' short of a G |
It’s sort of a change |
A New World Order in my brain |
Waiter, come here |
I need a new girl, order some brain |
The hottest shit |
I creep low with a freak ho |
Honest bitch I got a dick that a giraffe couldn’t deep throat |
You weak though |
You’re tired clique? |
I put 'em six feet |
You could empty an entire clip and couldn’t hit me |
You miss me |
What you gettin' done, spittin' dumb? |
Usin' bitten shit to battle me |
But forgot I’m the one you bit it from |
Crunch time with the one ton mind wordsmith |
21 rhymes I didn’t hear one line worth shit |
Fucks your purpose? |
All your verses worthless |
This is Mhz turf |
Get off the Earth you worthless |
Tell someone, what I’m spittin' is not flames? |
And you’re dead wrong like B.I.G. |
layin' in Pac’s grave |
For every mill I pull I add a syllable to my flow |
That means for now, I’m killin' 'em slow |
Stay smashin' cats |
I ain’t goin' nowhere |
I’ll be here tomorrow |
Day after tomorrow |
And the day after that |