Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Alert, artist - CZARFACE. Album song Every Hero Needs a Villain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
Red Alert |
Red Alert, Red Alert! |
Red Alert, Red Alert! |
Red Alert, Red Alert! |
Red Alert, Red Alert! |
I’m way ahead of rappers, like where they used to keep the rock cassettes |
I got a leg up like how Cool J used to rock his sweats |
Let’s see, I’m the killer you’re the victim |
We both got a way with words I’m just iller when I spit them |
Pew Pew, Church benches |
All you hear, Clap Clap, all you fear |
I’m kinda sick so I took this verse off |
But I’m kinda in charge of the fucking project |
So they can’t take this verse off |
First off you’re nerf soft, hang it up tyke |
Fuck Seamus up? |
Yeah right |
It’s that high-end shit, I must be on another level |
Like I’m at Macy’s and can’t find the men’s shit |
I leave a new emcee shaking |
Hoppin' out the whip the same color as gluten free bacon |
I got that gluten-free, I got that gluten-free |
«Yo hold the fuck up! |
Gluten free? |
You ain’t got no celiac disease!» |
You all about frontin' you ain’t been on the road |
The only real tour (Realtor) you ever dealt with is house hunting |
Czarface persona, drunk off that Jameson |
On my J. Jonah and I’m out |
Professor X calling! |
Red Alert! |
Red Alert! |
Mayday! |
Mayday! |
Hurry! |
The Professor needs us! |
But who dare threaten us now? |
Czarface! |
I’m sorry to bother you |
But something has come up that I thought you’d want to know about |
What is it Hans? |
Something’s wrong with the kids |
Broadcasting live out the kitchen like a cooking show |
Cake boss, they open off of cookie dough |
I see ‘em looking though, I’m on A-Plus |
Game tough, clutch performer and my name’s up |
You puff that plain stuff, I hit that sour power |
Might’ve hit that white girl but I ain’t ‘bout no powder |
Clash with the titans who blast with the license |
To kill, for real that’s why they icing my grill |
Don’t deny what I’m reciting is ill |
Not saying I’m the greatest alive, only time will reveal |
I lean ‘em in the dope fiend, fire provider |
Light up the whole scene, sinister spitter did it for no cream |
My line-up the finest just like a pro team |
From the bottom I’ve risen, living the life most dream |
They smiling in your face but the hate’s strong |
So I ram it in their face like Jake Long |