Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Premium, artist - Critical Bill. Date of issue: 17.09.2007
Song language: English
Premium |
| Well it’s the oddity the hot commodity mister monopoly |
| And probably one of the best if your thinking about it logically |
| Rugged with rhyme when it rolls it makes the rock complete |
| I’ve kicked shit since Kane I’ll tell you there’s no stopping me |
| Hail from the the town, holdin' heat, we call it rock city |
| With lions, tigers oh my, that’s where the monsters be |
| Westbound and Strange together form a comradery |
| Countin' bills is critical now that we won the lottery |
| Machines movin' with metal, no one’s as hot as me |
| Your fire and flame fizzled fake fuck your watery |
| You Willy Wonka, you weak wangsta wanna be’s |
| The best of the best, battle boy don’t even bother me |
| Guitar’s gangster and drummers can’t find a hotter beat |
| My DJ bakes plates breaks beats like pottery |
| You fake frauds should be fined with an imposter fee |
| Critical B-I-L-L apostrophe |
| You can’t fuck with this |
| (No you can’t fuck with it |
| You can’t fuck with it) |
| It’s just way to sick |
| (The way we kick shit is Sinfully Wicked) |
| You can’t fuck with this |
| (You wish you could but |
| You really can’t fuck with it) |
| It’s just way to sick |
| (Premiumentum, top notch shit) |
| I’m pushin' power that’s punishin', pay dues, it’s pay day |
| If money is murder make way I’m callin' mayday |
| Allies aligned and armies active and air raids |
| Attention at arms attack assaulting the airwaves |
| I’m discipline been doin' Dise from back way |
| And crushin' when Curtis Blow cut shit like A. J |
| Tougher than leather a gift harder than thick suede |
| Sharper than sai’s, samurai swords and switch blades |
| Son of a star that played Sheba in 8th day |
| I’m makin' my move motherfuckers you better make way |
| I hope you hear and take heed it’s hot what the words say |
| I’m livin' the life lyrics more than just some wordplay |
| Tourin' with Tech now I’m strange and I got sick ways |
| Bianca’s, Beatrice’s and ditch gays like Mitch Bade |
| B-boy bangin' and bustin' kick like a 12 gauge |
| Nanana-nanana, can’t fuck with it, no way |
| This shit is breaking me aching me |
| Baby, maybe I should awaken thee (CLOWN) |
| Wasting away patience, they taking me (DOWN) |
| Tasting the pavement, hit my face in the (GROUND) |
| Satan? |
| looked at me in amazement, they fakin' me (GROWL) |
| This is to the (DOUBLE REJECTER) reject me? |
| (IF THIS HAPPEN TO HIT) let me and Robert Rebeck see |
| My nigga (KRIZZ) never takin' shit from a (PSYCHO BITCH) |
| Critical Bill with me baby we (MIGHT GO CLICK) |
| Gimme my money (MOTHERFUCKER) don’t start the whammy |
| (TO MY BLOOD NIGGAS) so who? |
| surrend' me |
| Get the stomin' a bitch, dumpin' the Kutt nigga (HATE YOU KID) |
| Cause you? |
| when I wonder like we ain’t (WAY TOO SICK) |
| Which way to paradise, Tech N9ne and Powerdise got kids |
| (FUCK YOU PAY ME) often our eyes |
| You gettin' fucked with it, so you gettin' stucked with it |
| I’mma make the glass jump fall with my nuts hitted |