Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drugs, artist - Dag SavageAlbum song The Dag Savage - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirty Science
Song language: English
Drugs |
| My shit is that crack rock |
| Hollywood cocaine |
| So Thelonious man, that beat is that Coltrane |
| Fresh out the North American wilderness |
| Blessed like an Islamic pilgrimage |
| Chop lines that’ll shine like a sun on the pyramids |
| Mecca be the place where the heart of my spirit is |
| ‘Cuz snakes by the grass just to show where they venom is |
| The crack is so limitless, but hardly seen |
| Niggas talk about they paper, but they hardly cream |
| Brothers claim they cook white but they hardly steam |
| My flowss lines of that coke, nigga Charlie Sheen |
| The scroll excellent, high-power like Mescaline |
| Asiatic specimen, resurrecting your next of kin |
| I spit the fire voltage, prescribe a higher dosage |
| From my divine opus you subscribe and leave your mind focused |
| You now rockin' with the Son of Man |
| Kill wack rappers at the jam like the Son of Sam |
| Move like a thief in the night |
| Promoters better have my cheese before I breathe on the mic |
| My shit is that crack rock |
| Hollywood cocaine |
| So Thelonious, man that beat is that Coltrane |
| Black Tar Heron, Morris and Cobain |
| This is your life |
| Look around and it’s so strange |
| My shit is that crack rock |
| Hollywood cocaine |
| So Thelonious, man that beat is that Coltrane |
| Black Tar Heron, Morris and Cobain |
| This is your life |
| Look around and it’s so strange |
| This be that Fash Ecology, black psychology |
| Drop it like a comet or Muhammad kickin' prophecy |
| We don’t get along like Ahmadinejad and Ariel Sharon |
| And that’s cause y’all cloned |
| You cats tried to copy me, repossess your crowns |
| 'Cuz the Dirty Science colony holds monopoly on thrones (Haa) |
| Blaze your dome, that be the king’s chair, and how you dare ever raise your tone |
| To some royal ones, killin' all traitors and unloyal ones |
| Brother man, walk the Motherland where the soil, sun, sky, and the clouds black |
| We gon' make the crowd clap and heads nod |
| Writers write about us in they headlines |
| Co$$ is like a mixture of that thug nigga from Oakland |
| And that Biggie man from Bed-Stuy |
| Focus with my best eye — the third one |
| Burnin' down trees ‘til the herb done |
| The Earth spun off the axis, then reversed months, lets take it back |
| Funny how them nukkas claiming realest be the fakest acts |
| The first ones that’s faking jacks, you know my M-O |
| I’m talking worldwide, San Dago to South Central |
| We gon' get that change, plain and simple |
| The flow get 'em open like, opiates |
| Every line i write, like a line of China White, the pulp fiction over dose clip |
| I put a pencil in motion, to make a motion picture, kinda like that blow flick, |
| minus the broke bitch |
| I spit it so vivid, we so living it, yall niggas is so fiction, I’m so sick of |
| this |
| I’m Nino Brown, rock heads like (?), new jack city out the 'lac get a hit of |
| this |
| Dirty Science coming through the speakers, breaking beakers |
| And the recipe is secret, 'till we link it to the leakers- |
| Put it on the street first, leave it out for research |
| Wait until they fiening then we lead 'em like a sheep herd |
| See sir, we cooking up that product out the pot that got 'em |
| Out of body, out of mind, thinking that they leave earth |
| Got 'em coming out their pockets when they landing feet first |
| Welcome back, greet 'em with a heater |